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(difford/tilbrook) He wants to be glorified And swallowed in fame He wants to be a hero Like kurt cobain Playing his guitar With it hung round his knees The tour bus syndrome The touring disease He stands like a soldier He's ready to charge The young girls he sleeps with Are all a mirage He wants to be wanted But doesn't know why Reality curtains Black out a blue sky Play on play on and eat up the sun Pop up to london and soak up the fun Play on play on with gathering speed Its saturday night As the ears start to bleed He wants to be famous a And fall when he's young Climbing up ladders Without any rungs Ill in the morning And wasted all day Looking demented With not much to say He pulls out a woman From under his bed Her eyes are like cherries That spin in her head If he hits the jackpot He's in the top ten
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