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George Michael - Now That’s What I Call Music! 37 - Star People (Forthright edit)
Now That’s What I Call Music! 37
Disc 1
01. MMMBop
02. I Wanna Be the Only One
03. Lovefool
04. Just a Girl
05. Ecuador
06. Where Do You Go
07. Who Do You Think You Are
08. Free
09. Closer Than Close
10. Star People (Forthright edit)
11. Don't Let Go (Love)
12. You Might Need Somebody
13. C U When U Get There
14. Smokin' Me Out
15. I Believe I Can Fly
16. Wonderful Tonight
17. The Journey
18. Isn't It a Wonder
19. Quit Playing Games (With My Heart)
20. Hey DJ! (Play That Song)
21. I'll Be (radio edit)
Disc 2
01. If I Never See You Again
02. Staring at the Sun
03. Bitter Sweet Symphony
04. Love Is The Law
05. 100 Mile High City
06. Old Before I Die
07. Guiding Star
08. Young Boy
09. A Change Would Do You Good
10. Paranoid Android
11. Halo
12. Sun Hits the Sky
13. Waltzing Along
14. On Your Own
15. Scooby Snacks
16. The Saint
17. Nightmare
18. Ain't Nobody
19. Something Goin' On
20. Give Me Love
Star people
Counting your money until your soul turns green
Star people
Counting the cost of your desire to be seen

I do not count myself among you
I may be living in a dream
It's just there seems so many of you
Can't help but hope there's a difference between...
You and me

(You're a star)
I'm talking to you
And you should go far (you're a star)

I said, maybe your mama gave you up boy
(It's the same old same old)
Maybe your daddy didn't love you enough, girl
(How much is enough)

Star people
Never forget you're secret's safe with me, just
Look at all the wonderful people
Trying to forget they had to pay for what you see

It's a dream
With a nightmare stuck in the middle
But listen brother, where would you be
Without all of that attention
You'd die, I'd die, we'd die
Wouldn't we?
Well wouldn't we

Big, big, star!
Should go far!

I said, maybe your mama gave you up boy
(It's the same old same old)
Maybe your daddy didn't love you enough, girl
(How much is enough)

Talk about your mother, talk about your father
Talk about the people who have made you what you are
Talk about your teacher, the bully boy who beat you
Talk about the people who have paid for that new sports car

Did you get off on a bad foot, baby
Do you have a little tale to tell
Is that why you're a star?
Is that what makes a star?

Now, nothing comes from nothing, baby
That fame and fortune's heaven sent
And who gives a f*** about your problems, darling
When you can pay the rent

How much is enough?