I met you in a record store You had slept in the clothes you wore But I knew I'd seen you somewhere before
What happened to your guitar? And what happened to the prettiest star? Can you still play the songs that got you so far?
Hey you, with your shadow in the gutter! How low have you gotta go before you're through? High times, a butler in the morning All your memories are coming out of your shoes
Black dog, sitting in the park Odd looks from the mothers of the devil's own Shoplifting, getting your essentials Gate crashing, christenings and funerals
And weddings too
I used to see you all the time on MTV Read your life story in a magazine I guess you thought thats the way it'll always be
But I believe in you Cause I think that you'd want me to Though I never really liked your songs, it's true
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