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When you walk down the street and see someone you kind of knowDo you let your eyes meet, or retreat into their shadow?Well come on! Stand tall! Smile big!With your small talk ammo!Cause they could be famous somedayIn some way that they don't deserveThey could be famous someday Singing songs that never wanted to be heardThey could help you on your wayGoing in reverseSome of us live this life like we've got some terminal diseaseOthers depend on those who instead should have become policeWell, something's got to fertilizeThis industry of zombiesWho will be famous someday?(but only after they fuck off their craft to the wind!)Who will be famous out there?All on rafts, washed up on deserted islands!In the middle of that seaOf mediocrityBursting at the seamsCreaming their jeansLetras de cancionesSomehow making it seemLike they're so busyLiving the dreamOf a magazine educationKeep your eyes on the prizeHand on the shaftLips ever so gently caressing the headHow else could you be an overnight sensation?You're gonna be famous, all rightIf you're somehow rich to begin withYou're gonna be famous tonightIf you find the right ones to sleep withBlowing bubbles in your wettest dreamYou're gonna be famous up thereWhere there's no stars, just tacky sequinsShining famous with a glareDagger eyes from all of your friendsRowing gently down the streamOf mediocrity... From Letras Mania