I’m a lyricist physicistAnd I aimed for the starsI was told I need to aim highSo I could buy shiny carsAnd score golf parsBut I don’t know whyIt seems like quite the farceI let out a sighRealise that it’s all a lieBecause it’s all the sameIt’s all the sameReaching for fameJust look how lame I

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