No one really knows
No one really knows
The price of fame
Put it in your pocket
Staring at the wall
Staring at the hall
The same old job
It's not the right profession
I don't wanna tear you up
See your hand towards the door
Acting like an innocent
There's one more act before I go
It's hard to change
It's hard to change
Tearing up your shoes
Tearing off your clothes
You can't afford to ruin your possessions
Bringing rags and leaves
Bringing cash and fleas
You won't sustain
It's not the right profession
Staring at the radio
Just one more song before I go
Your mother says your friends are trash
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It's hard to change
It's hard to change