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Nina Simone |
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Stars |
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(Janis Ian) |
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I was never one for singing what I really feel |
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Except tonight I'm bringing everything I know that's real |
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Stars, they come and go, they come fast or slow |
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They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze |
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And all you see is glory |
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Hey but it gets lonely there when there's no one here to share |
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We can shake it away, if you'll hear a story |
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People lust for fame like athletes in a game, |
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we break our collarbones and come up swinging, |
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some of us are downed |
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some of us are crowned, and some are lost and never found |
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But most have seen it all, |
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they live their lives in sad cafes and music halls |
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They always come up singing |
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Some make it when they're young, |
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before the world has done its dirty job |
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and later on someone will say |
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\"You've had your day, now you must make way\" |
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But they'll never know the pain of living with a name you never owned |
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or the many years forgetting what you know too well |
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That the ones who gave the crown have been let down |
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You try to make amends without defending |
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Perhaps pretending you never saw the eyes of grown men of twenty-five |
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that follow as you walk and ask for autographs |
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Or kiss you on the cheek and you never can believe they really loved you |
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Some make it when they're old |
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(Perhaps they have a soul they're not afraid to bare |
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or perhaps there's nothing there) |
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Stars, they come and go, they come fast they come slow |
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They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze |
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And all you see is glory |
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But most have seen it all, |
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they live their lives in sad cafes and music halls |
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They always have a story |
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Some women have a body men will want to see |
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and so they put it on display |
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Some people play a fine guitar, I could listen to them play all day |
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Some ladies really move across the stage and gee, they sure can dance |
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I guess I could learn how, if I gave it half a chance |
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But I always feel so funny when my body tries to soar |
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And I seem to always worry about missing the next chord |
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I guess there isn't anything to put up on display |
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Except the tunes, and whatever else I say |
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But anyway, that isn't really what I meant to say |
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I meant to tell a story, I live from day to day |
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Stars, they come and go, they're coming fast they come slow |
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They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze |
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And all you see is glory |
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But most have seen it all, |
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who live their lives in sad cafes and music halls |
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And we always have a story |
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So if you don't lose patience with my fumbling around |
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I'll come up singing for you, even when I'm down |