Another lap around the track
start or finish, either way we're on our back
the flash and the click brings blindness to my eyes
the fame and glamour once lived now sings and dies
Its such a cruel world
where the stars are to high for every boy and girl
exhaused from trying to boost our lives
might as well sink a little further
out of breath for unimpressed wives
the stars are to high, the only spotlights for a murder
Out of reach...
The Empty sky shows no lights or fame
all of the burnt out stars look the same
no home for the healthy
only a place up there for the wealthy
wear the fortune of the masses
shed a tear for those locked behind dirty glasses
exhaused from trying to boost our lives
might as well sink a little further
out of breath for unimpressed wives
the stars are to high, the only spotlights for a murder
Out of reach...
Out of reach...
The stars are out of reach...
Out... Of... Reach...
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