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I'm looking for some comfort here |
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On these golden streets of hell |
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No one seems to notice me |
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Crying through my sunshine shell |
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I'm alone amongst another crowd |
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In a prison fame has made |
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People scream and shout on cue |
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I'm famous till I fade |
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Wanting to forget where I've been |
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Numbing myself too much |
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Drugs booze and men |
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Being my every day crutch |
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I burned up my mind |
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Because my life was pain |
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Ignoring my heart |
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So lost in the rain |
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No one could care |
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All out of focus |
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Except the stalkerazzi |
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And the press |
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I try to walk through life |
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Remembering who I am |
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Not a perfect person |
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Just doing the best I can |