Plenty of success and all that rides along heaps of fat spotlights privacy and the music. Gig after gig shows that never quit ice-cold dressing rooms autographs and stage fright. But when the night comes and the lights burn out and everything goes still you’re alone oh so alone. Friends by the score glasses half empty soft touches and promises already forgotten contracts and the gas. Yeah, days with no rest hey man, try and crack a smile yeah, spread those beautiful wings and fly like a bird. ’Cause tonight when the lights burn out and everything goes still you’re alone oh so alone.
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