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You were always told, since you were 9 years old...
that you would turn out spectacular.
But you and I both know, that quid pro quo is gold in this world
and you have to blow to see starlight...unlike sunshine...and then you're
Made of gold...dead and cold...
a luring sight....a dime-piece life.
The camera's bright...touch your thighs,
acts of shame...all for fame...
your local trash man.
He's so good to you, that why he tells you:
No one has to ever know...no....no....
The starlight fades away...
Now that you're older and it's all over,
you meet me on a walk in the country-side.
We both share stories and you adore me,
but I lack the soul to enroll in that kind of talk.
I'm a flame that always blows away
and sunshine doesn't have a place with me...
Once you've fell this far into life,
it's only natural that you will find me...
It's about that time for you.
It's about that time for you.
It's about time you find me...
It's about time you find me...here with you.