I stopped seeing all of our old friends I don't go to places that you've been I stopped talking about you Started living without you But there's just one thing I don't understand
How do I stop the tears How am I supposed to deal with this How do I stop the tears Do I get over you in a week or two When I been lovin' you for years
Everybody thinks that I'm so strong They don't know what I go through when I'm alone I start thinkin' about you Goin' crazy without you But I stop myself and I hang up the phone
How do I stop the tears How am I supposed to deal with this How do I stop the tears Do I get over you in a week or two When I been lovin' you for years
One day you'll call me up goin' crazy Too late you'll want me back You'll be sayin', you'll be sayin'
How do I stop the tears How am I supposed to deal with this How do I stop the tears Do I get over you in a week or two When I been lovin' you for years a
They'll be making sure you stay amused They'll fill you up with drugs and booze Maybe you'll make the evenin' news
And when you're trippin' over your dreams They'll keep you down by any means By the end of the night You'll be stiflin' your screams
Since you became a V.I. Person It's like your problems have all worsened Your paranoia casts aspersions On the truths you know
And they'll just put you in a spotlight And hope that you'll do alright Or maybe not
Now why do you wanna go And put starz in their eyes? Why do you wanna go And put starz in their eyes?
So why do you wanna go And put starz in their eyes? Now why do you wanna go And put starz in their eyes? Starz in their eyes
Remember they said you'd show them all Emphasize the rise but not the fall And now you're playin' a shoppin' mall
Your mum and dad, they can't believe What you appear to have achieved While the rest of these users Are just laughin' in their sleeves
Since you became a V.I. Person It's like your problems have all worsened Your paranoia casts aspersions On the truths you know
And now the tabloids use your face To document your fall from grace And then they'll tell you that That's just the way it goes That's just the way it goes
Now why do you wanna go And put starz in their eyes? It's the same old story Well they just didn't realize
And it's a long way to come From the dog and duck karaoke machine And Saturday night's drunken dreams
Now why do you wanna go And put starz in their eyes? It's the same old story Well, they just didn't realize
And it's a long way to come From your private bedroom dance routines And Saturday night's drunken dreams
Now why do you wanna go And put starz in their eyes? Why do you wanna go And put starz in their eyes?
So why do you wanna go And put starz in their eyes? Now why do you wanna go And put starz in their eyes? Starz in their eyes?
Now why do you wanna go And put starz in their eyes? It's the same old story Well, they just didn't realize
And it's a long way to come From the dog and duck karaoke machine Saturday night's drunken dreams
When I grow up I'm goin' to be famous
Behind the steel barrier, sequence and glitter Five inch heels still knee deep in the litter Each of them a bitter bullshitter Wrapped up in the cloak of fake glamor Gettin' lost in the camera
Well, footprints are fool's gold And diamonds crust their glitz on their one off plimsolls So little time for these one off arseholes Rigor mortis Ken and Barbie dolls
A pair of big shades and a push up bra It's such a short gap between the gutter and stars But you've come a long way from the place that you started So why'd you wanna go and get so down hearted
Welcome to the kingdom of the blagger Uncuttin' your nose, clean coat in your bladder A whole lot happier, a whole lot sadder Used to be satisfied, now you feel like Mick Jagger
Now why do you wanna go And put starz in their eyes? It's the same old story Well they just didn't realize
And it's a long way to come From the dog and duck karaoke machine Saturday night's drunken dreams
Now why do you wanna go And put starz in their eyes? It's the same old story Well they just didn't realize
And it's a long way to come From your private bedroom dance routines And Saturday night's drunken dreams
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