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Oh-ah-ah, don't go thinking why you're living a lie Now there's a lot to earn, dead or alive (alive, alive) They told you what you want, you never decide (it's decided) Just hold on and you might, ah-ooh-ooh Be famous (famous) Your way to paradise Be famous (famous) Your way to all delight Just taste it (taste it) Just taste the sugar high Ah, just taste it (taste it) Oh-ah, you don't go thinking life had ever been kind You found there's a lot to burn, you let it collide (collide, collide) You just threw in the dice and let 'em decide (it's decided) But now you're thinking why, ah-ooh-ooh You're famous (famous) Your way to paradise You're famous (famous) Your way to all delight But tasteless (tasteless) 'Cause taste don't feed your high Ah, 'cause you've made it (made it) Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah (Famous, famous) (Famous, famous) Ah, you're famous (famous) Your way to paradise You're famous (famous) Your way to all delight But tasteless (tasteless) 'Cause taste don't feed your high Ah, 'cause you've made it (made it)
Writer(s): Jules Hendrix Crommelin, Louie Swain, Noah Francis Hill, Patrick Scott Hetherington, Anatole Serret Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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