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Fame frightens me So evil With it's disguise Fans holler your name When you rise Then scream When you dive Their love Rides at the edge of hate Too close The Applauds are just As loud as the crowd's laughter When you fall No sympathy for the weak You are The almighty celebrity So that billboard in the sky Is a mirror image No blemish Finished Perfectly Are you? My mugshots show An ugly side Never before seen My front Was just as bad It wasn't me I swore Lie in front cameras Paparazzi Spot's me And shoots me Repeatedly I turn around To run away And twist my ankle And hit my face I can't see The flashing lights Are so blinding I stand up And Run to my ride Hoping I won't die Like the princess Inching closer I jump inside And pull off With a vengence They follow me In vans Advancing at a pace No ordinary Horse-power could Soar at Gaining on me High beams Blind my rear-view Mirror shows All Even in the privacy Of my car I remain In spotlight I haven't read this script Let alone rehearsed Will this high speed chase End Or is the next scene In a hearse?
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Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
Fame
Fame frightens me So evil With it's disguise Fans holler your name When you rise Then scream When you dive Their love Rides at the edge of hate Too close The Applauds are just As loud as the crowd's laughter When you fall No sympathy for the weak You are The almighty celebrity So that billboard in the sky Is a mirror image No blemish Finished Perfectly Are you? My mugshots show An ugly side Never before seen My front Was just as bad It wasn't me I swore Lie in front cameras Paparazzi Spot's me And shoots me Repeatedly I turn around To run away And twist my ankle And hit my face I can't see The flashing lights Are so blinding I stand up And Run to my ride Hoping I won't die Like the princess Inching closer I jump inside And pull off With a vengence They follow me In vans Advancing at a pace No ordinary Horse-power could Soar at Gaining on me High beams Blind my rear-view Mirror shows All Even in the privacy Of my car I remain In spotlight I haven't read this script Let alone rehearsed Will this high speed chase End Or is the next scene In a hearse?
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Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
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