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After my years of struggle, playing small time gigs 
Right place, right time, I hit it big 
No longer will I face the rejections 
I now have an accountant doing my financial projections 
I make money, number one on the charts 
Love them, leave them, breaking the groupies hearts 
I have my paternity insurance through L of L 
It keeps me from any shotgun wedding bells 
Now my future looks so bright 
It is my destiny to be in the spotlight 
I am called a marketable commodity 
Not a one hit wonder as you will see 
Just got a call from my agent, now I'm back on the road 
Never want to lose that hunger, always go for the gold 
My next big hit will be better than the last 
Orange juice and uppers keep me moving fast 
In between shows, I sleep during the day and party all night 
There is so much pressure to remain in the spotlight 
There is no other career that can compare 
The amps booming and the smell of weed in the air 
To this way of life I have become a slave 
The doctor tells me if I don't slow down expect an early grave 
I am living my dream being a part of the lifestyles of the rich and shameless 
Gotta stay on top, who has time to take a rest 
If you can't be famous, be infamous, I believe that's right 
After a taste of it, you're addicted, you would sell your soul to stay in the spotlight 
I salute Mick, David and Axel and all those other die hard road performance 
junkies 
I went from a nobody to a star, but was never anyone's flunky 
I want to be like Hall and Oats, a non-stop hit machine 
I can't stop, I can't rest, there is no in between 
With the access to all the drugs, booze and women, it happens one night 
Eventually we all fall out of the spotlight

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