Lyrics

Newspaper made your success. Your face is a peach and your life it's a mess. That's the story - "rags to glory". And people believe what they say - You signed on a line then you learned how to play. It was easy. And people believe anything. You're top of the pops and you can't even sing. It's so easy. It can't be that easy. Oh man! It's too easy. Brought to your knees by tabloid sleaze. They're laughing at you. And quelle surprise! Their stinking lies were true. You'll find no place in the real world for a dreamer. There's no safe place in the real world for a dreamer. Words and music copyright Graham Trust
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