Where there's Stars beneath your soles
Reminder of those that made it
Such glamor n poise is thought
But it's a town of broken dreams
And where the poor sleep on stars.
Runaways, crooks, two faces
and aspired actors
All looking for their big break.
Some risk it all to come to LA,
Some don't make it n their soul
Sleeps on the stars where they're closest to their goal.
Broken city with false smiles
Where souls cost a dollar
N beauty is worth a fortune.
...............A place called Hollywood
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
Where there's Stars beneath your soles
Reminder of those that made it
Such glamor n poise is thought
But it's a town of broken dreams
And where the poor sleep on stars.
Runaways, crooks, two faces
and aspired actors
All looking for their big break.
Some risk it all to come to LA,
Some don't make it n their soul
Sleeps on the stars where they're closest to their goal.
Broken city with false smiles
Where souls cost a dollar
N beauty is worth a fortune.
...............A place called Hollywood
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