The Fame

It breaks like glass, but not in your hand
Shoot you down right where you stand
And it dont 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]Im a man of choice in an old Rolls Royce
[02:28.35]And Im howling at the moon
Is my happening to deafening for you? For you?
[02:41.48]Its maybe the fame
Its 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]Its a shame, its a shame, its a shame
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It will not fall, not from the sky
And it dont eat no humble pie
And you may have your quiet life
But I bet you dont know why
It made you a mess, you didnt believe
You still dont know what makes me breathe
And may I laugh at your dispair while youre sniffing your *******
Is this happening to deafening for you? For you?
Forgotten your name