The Fame

It breaks like glass, but not in your hand

Shoot you down right where you stand

And it don't care for what you wear

or which way you might sway

It calls you up, but not on the phone

And it will drag you from your throne

[02:10.87]And you may laugh while you sit there sipping your champagne

And may I laugh at your dispair sniffing your *******

[02:24.29]I'm a man of choice in an old Rolls Royce

[02:28.35]And I'm howling at the moon

Is my happening to deafening for you? For you?

[02:41.48]It's maybe the fame

It's forgotten your name

[02:50.12]The tears you cried you never did explain

[02:56.12]And I remain, blowing through you like a hurricane

[03:07.56]It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame

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It will not fall, not from the sky

And it don't eat no humble pie

And you may have your quiet life

But I bet you don't know why

It made you a mess, you didn't believe

You still don't know what makes me breathe

And may I laugh at your dispair while you're sniffing your *******

Is this happening to deafening for you? For you?

Forgotten your name