Paroles Final Stroke de Gomo

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I'm getting drunk inside some barWith a bottle I'm no starEven though my friends might thinkThat one day I will be king of Hollywood boulevardMan, I'm just feeling' ooooh, so fine'Santa Monica always shinesEven though it doesn't seem so brightI still don't know why I cameGotta find someone else to blame Feels so niceI wonder if I can be a starFor a whileOoooh' my little soulAlready feels so highI'm losing it allI'm getting tired of all this fameI don't belong to this gameSo, I'm packing up my thingsMove away from all my dreamsGotta leave LA behind Man, if only I could be like themSex and drugs don't seem to have an endEasy girls and sleazy friendsThey don't know with whom they cameOnly got themselves to blame (Come on man, do it!Do it, are you crazy!?Gomo, you really wanna get inside, can't be always thinking about the money.(Money money money money)Yeah, but I have to think about it, it's 300 dollars!Yeah, I know, but it's the best place in Hollywood, and we can get in, so..Okay.Yeah?Yeah.Whoohoo!)Feels so niceI wonder if I can be a starFor a whileOoooh' my little soulAlready feels so highI'm losing it allEverybody's gonna love me somedayEverybody's gonna buy my recordsWent searching for a little affectionI was only trying to make a connection Everybody's gonna love me somedayEverybody's gonna buy my recordsI was looking in the wrong directionI went home with a little infection Oooh, I got lost this timeGotta drink some moreForget about this nightEverybody's having funI see no gunsThis time, I'm ready to go home

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