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Stars, they come and go
They come fast, they come slow
They go like the last light of the sun all in a blaze
All you see is glory
But it gets lonely there
When there's no one there to share
We can shake it away
If we hear a story
People lust for fame
Like athletes in a game
They break they collarbones
And come up swinging
Some of them are crowned
Some of them are downed
Some are lost and never found
But most have seen it all
They live their lives in sad cafés and music halls
They always have a story
Some make it when they're young
Before the world has done its dirty job
And later on, someone will say
"You've had your day
Now you must make way"
But you'll never know the pain
Of living with a name you never owned
The years of forgetting what you know too well
But you who gave the crown
Have been let down
You try to make amends
Without defending
Perhaps pretending
You never saw the eyes
Of a young soul of 25
That followed as you walk
Asked for autographs
Kissed you on the cheek
You never quite believe
They really loved you, never
Some make it when they're old
Perhaps they have a soul
They're not afraid to bare
Or perhaps there's nothing there
Only their own story
Stars, they come and go
They come fast, they come slow
They go like the last light of the sun all in a blaze
All you see is glory
But it gets lonely there
Some people play a fine guitar
I could listen to them play all day
Stars, they come and go
They come fast, they come slow
They go like the last light of the sun all in a blaze
All you see is glory
But it gets lonely there
When there's no one there to share
We can shake it away
If you have a story
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