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You're just like in a magazine
Front cover stuff, now you're a scream
Posed in such a careful way
There's nothing you can do
You, you think you've seen it all
Got pictures of yourself hanging on your wall
Fame is nothing new to you
But the good old days are through
You're run down now, out of time
Don't wanna hear that same old line
Come on now, my little friend
Don't you know now that this is the end? Come on
Call up your chaueffer and your hire car
Down the West End to your favorite bar
Talk is going to save you life
Before the pills can go too far
You're lost in a masquerade
Old heroes live, they never fade
Fame is nothing new to you
But those good old days are through
You're run down now, out of time
Don't wanna hear that same old line
Come on now, my little friend
Don't you know now that this is the end? Come on
Call up you managers and your friends
No one wants to see you but they pretend
You, yeah, you're such a star
And they all live for you
In night time don't wanna be alone
So find yourself a crowd until the dawn
Fame is nothing new to you
But the good old days are through
You're run down, you're out of time
Don't want to hear that same old line
Come on now, my little friend
Don't you know now that this is the end, yeah