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Тексты песен Список исполнителейА  Б  В  Г  Д  Е  Ё  Ж  З  И  К  Л  М  Н  О  П  Р  С  Т  У  Ф  Х  Ц  Ч  Ш  Э  Ю  Я  A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M  N  O  P  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z   Текст (слова) песни: Michael, George - Star People 97Star 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 have been living in a dream Its just there seem so many of you Cant help but hope theres a difference between And if I live to be a hundred and one I will never understand what you are, honey? Im looking for sympathy Just get me on NBC And wheres the hells my dumb ass PR? I said maybe your mama gave you up boy (its the same old same old) I said maybe your daddy didnt love you enough girl (how much is enough) Star people Never forget your secrets safe with me Just look at all the wonderful people Trying to forget just who and what they have been Oh, its a dream With a nightmare stuck in the middle Are you serious? Im just curious Without all this attention Youd die Id die Wed die (wouldnt we baby) And if I live to be a hundred and one I will never understand what you are (Im talking to you) Youre looking for sympathy from people who work to eat And they dont really seem to mind I said maybe your mama gave you up boy (its the same old same old) I said maybe baby your daddy didnt love you enough girl How much is enough? How much is enough? How much is enough? Are you serious? Im just curious Are you serious? Im just curious Yeah more glycerine Lets go back to the day DJ (why do you wanna tell me that?) DJ (get yourself some Oprah cash) Is that what makes a star? Did you get off on a bad foot, baby Do you have a little tale to tell Did you get off on a bad foot, bad, bad foot? Is that why youre a star? Do you really think youve got it so hard? Do you think it might do you some good to look around you And decide how you might feel If the pain you felt was real Tell me Now nothing comes for nothing, baby That fame and fortunes heaven sent And who gives a fuck about your problems, darling cos you can pay the rent You can pay |
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