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lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 Everything, perfect No one in your way All the plans you made Are in the final phase Just one more lap to go Just one more day Can you see the obstacle That's hovering there in the haze? Do you feel you've no control? What's the deal? Can't you show a little soul? Nothing's real, you're on a roll Turn the wheel and make yourself feel whole Everything crumbles Around your pride Nobody's listening To your futile cries You wish you'd known before Someone had lied They've burst your bubble And they're cutting you down to size Fallen star. . . you've gone too far You never knew what could happen to you Why pretend that it isn't the end? When you are a fallen star Only you know The awful truth Too difficult To convince the rest The face that never Got to see its own youth Comes back to haunt you In retrospect, it's really quite a jest Fallen star. . . you've gone too far You never knew what could happen to you Why pretend that it isn't the end? When you are a fallen star Do you feel you've no control? What's the deal? Can't you show a little soul? Nothing's real, you're on a roll Turn the wheel and make yourself feel whole Fallen star. . . you've gone too far You never knew what could happen to you Why pretend that it isn't the end? When you are a fallen star |