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I should be happy I should be jumping for joy and thrilled. What I am is tired of touring and depressed. Why'd you lie to me? Why'd you tell me all would glitter? Why'd you say you could take me to #1? In your dreams do you have a conscience? You don't have one when you are awake and your lips are moving. Why didn't I listen when I was told all that glitters isn't gold? Music industry is based on fake chart toppers. They tell their people to buy their people cards to buy their own downloads. Way you hit #1, way you get that grammy. Unless you luck out and sing songs about gays that land you on talk shows. Maybe I should try that **** or get a fake reality show. Got my eyes open and know how it works thanks to a fake music producer telling me I could be number one.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
LOOKie Here Mom! I Got Signed!(Vent)
I should be happy I should be jumping for joy and thrilled. What I am is tired of touring and depressed. Why'd you lie to me? Why'd you tell me all would glitter? Why'd you say you could take me to #1? In your dreams do you have a conscience? You don't have one when you are awake and your lips are moving. Why didn't I listen when I was told all that glitters isn't gold? Music industry is based on fake chart toppers. They tell their people to buy their people cards to buy their own downloads. Way you hit #1, way you get that grammy. Unless you luck out and sing songs about gays that land you on talk shows. Maybe I should try that **** or get a fake reality show. Got my eyes open and know how it works thanks to a fake music producer telling me I could be number one.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
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