Lyrics

Oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Yeah I'm so sick of the way That you get so down harder today They're sayin' Hollywood in the May But you're dressed like a film star When you turned 18 Did you have a dream? Welcome to the real world Now there's nothin' left for you Everybody's stole your part So what is there left to do? Come for me Come for me Come for me Take out the trash And have five more minutes to think Think about who, who, who can you be You were never destined for fame But you still love the camera (oh) When you turned 30 Did you have a dream? Welcome to the real world Now there's nothin' left for you Everybody's stole your part So what is there left to do? Come for me Come for me Come for me Welcome to the real world Now there's nothin' left for you Everybody's stole your part So what is there left to do? Come for me Come for me Come for me (What is there left to do?)
Writer(s): George Hancock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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