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BRITs Hits: The Album of the Year 2008
Disc 1
01. Shine
02. Umbrella
03. Grace Kelly
04. 2 Hearts
05. What Goes Around... Comes Around
06. Call the Shots
07. Hey There Delilah (Abbey Road edit)
08. A Moment Like This
09. Girlfiend
10. About You Now
11. Starz in Their Eyes
12. Say It Right
13. Beautiful Liar
14. Beautiful Girls
15. The Sweet Escape
16. Big Girls Don't Cry
17. Ayo Technology
18. Because of You
19. Everytime We Touch
20. With Every Heartbeat
Disc 2
01. Tears Dry on Their Own
02. Foundations
03. Chasing Pavements
04. Stop Me
05. Ruby
06. She's So Lovely
07. Worried About Ray
08. This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race
09. Knights of Cydonia
10. Makes Me Wonder
11. Suburban Knights
12. 1973
13. The Heart Never Lies
14. Cupids Choke Hold
15. How to Save a Life
16. Hold On
17. Dream Catch on Me
18. Same Jeans
19. Acceptable in the 80s
20. B Boy Baby
They'll be making sure you stay amused
They'll fill you up with drugs and booze
Maybe you'll make the evening news
And when you're tripping over your dreams
They'll keep you down by any means
And by the end of the night you'll be stifling your screams

Since you became a VIPerson
It's like your problems have all worsened
Your paranoia casts aspersions on the truths you know
And they'll just put you in the spotlight
And hope that you'll do alright
Or maybe not

Now, why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
Why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
So why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
Now, why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
Starz in their eyes?

Remember they said you'd show them all
Emphasise the rise but not the fall
And now you're playing a shopping mall
Your mum and dad, they can't believe
What you appear to have achieved
While the rest of these users are just laughing in their sleeves

But since you became a VIPerson
It's like your problems have all worsened
Your paranoia casts aspersions on the truths you know
And now the tabloids use your face
To document your fall from grace
And then they'll tell you that, that's just the way it goes
That's just the way it goes

Now, why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story, well, they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine
And Saturday night's drunken dreams

Now, why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story, well, they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come from your private bedroom dance routines
And Saturday night's drunken dreams
Now, why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

Why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
So why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
Now, why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
Starz in their eyes?
Now, why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story, well, they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine
And Saturday night's drunken dreams
(When I grow up, I'm going to be famous)

Behind the steel barrier, sequins and glitter
Five-inch heels still knee-deep in the litter
Each of them a bitter bullshitter
Wrapped up in the cloak of fake glamour
Getting lost in the camera
Well, footprints are fools gold

And diamonds crusts their grips on their one off plimsolls
So little time for these one-off arseholes
Rigour mortis Ken and Barbie dolls
A pair of big shades and a push-up bra
It's such a short gap between the gutter and stars
But you've come a long way from the place that you started

So why'd you wanna go and get so downhearted?
Welcome to the kingdom of the blagger
Uncutting your nose, clean coat in your bladder
A whole lot happier, a whole lot sadder
Used to be satisfied, but now you feel like Mick Jagger
(Jagger, Jagger, Jagger, Jagger, Jagger...)

Now, why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story, but they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine
And Saturday night's drunken dreams
Now, why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story, well, they just didn't realise
And it's a long way to come from your private bedroom dance routines
And Saturday night's drunken dreams