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In the beginning 

After what began and started out
as a bit of fun and the sheer love
and joy of it

With the simplest innocent of
motivations nothing else intended

Later it is then to becomes something 
far more than a passing phase or hobby

You actually become both rich
and famous

So much so you become lost 
drawn into the fame game trap

Surrounded by nodding yes men
sucking the very life from you only
out for what they can get

Until what started out as merely wanting
to be in a band and jam

Grew into wishing to be listened to
playing live and having fans singing
back along

And once that initial dream then
eventually became achieved

Why stop there next stop fame
and fortune

And when so to that dream as well
finally came to fruition

All they ever wanted then was no
longer to be heard

No longer to be popular for popularity
sake 

People mostly say they like because they
do not want to be deemed uncool

But instead be thought of as an
artist able to experiment and
grow

Without the fear of faltering sale's

And being labeled by the critical
press 

As being a sell out and being
told

Probably best they quit whilst they
are ahead

People are already beginning
to complain 

Whatever they had is more or
less about gone

Bet they are only still doing it for the money

And besides apparently they have such
big ego's

They can't even stand to be in the
same room as each other anyway

No surprise is it any wonder why 
their last album bombed

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