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I've got a friend and he can't see
How living the high life might just be
The perfect disguise for someone who's in pain
When he works in a bar and he tells me
That if he tries really hard then he might just be
A beautiful star 'cause that's all he really needs
To make him mend inside
And Kelly you're running out of time
Kelly you're going down in style
And swallow your pride
And get on a train out of Hollywood
Look at me, I've been such a fool
Thinking fame would do what only time can do
Hoping I would be all right
If I could have a perfect life just like you
But Kelly, Kelly
Funny how those who would chase fame
Tend to be those in the greatest pain
Searching for highs that would reach into their very veins
Oh Kelly, pack up your bags and your mistakes
If you're gonna sing, sing for art's sake
Don't give it all in to a beast who has no name
And Kelly you're running out of time
Kelly you're going down in style
And swallow your pride
And get on a train out of Hollywood
Kelly you're running out of time
Kelly you're going down in style
Come on, swallow your pride
And get on a train out of Hollywood
Get on a train out of Hollywood
Get on a train out of Hollywood
Kelly, get on that train
Before you lose your everything
Kelly, oh
Kelly, oh
Kelly