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  • They see the glitz and glamour,
    I hear the thoughts within
    'How long is it going to take
    Before i get my next drink?'

    These fill the lives of those,
    Who seek a famous win.
    Daydreams that help to soothe,
    A sour soul with something sweet.

    They tour around the world,
    Seems the perfect life to lead.
    At least to those who sit,
    In front of their bosses' seats.

    But a job is as it is,
    Like another dated hobby.
    Does it matter if you're famous,
    Still empty deep within?

    On and on i hear the drone
    A tired soul with lots of gold.
    The famous fella' hears his thoughts,
    That'll never tell him when to stop.

    The more they'll have,
    The harder to part.
    Dough a plenty, world reknowned,
    Yet tears in fears with time only drowns.
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