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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMap Of The Stars
All the people in your hometownWhen you were just a teenSaid that you were prettyLike in the magazineso you left your hometownTo try out for the partOf everybody's pretty little angelWith a pretty little heartYou studied hardThe map of the starsOh because you wantedYeah, you really wantedEvery night you wanted to beOne of the little angelsThat fly between the starsOne of the little angelsIn a pretty little carSo you eat a little lessAnd you smoke a little moreWaiting in the linesFor them to open up the doorFor all the little angelsSo you got yourself an agentAnd you made a little dealThey got you on the TVAnd everyone agreedYou had the charm and the appealSo you bought yourself a house in the Hollywood HillsYou bought yourself a tanFixed your nose and hairLearned how not to careGot a pretty little manYou landed hardOn the map of the starsNow everybody wants youOh they really want youEvery night they want you to beOne of the little angelsThat fly between the starsOne of the little angelsIn a pretty little carSo you eat a little lessAnd you drink a little moreWaiting in your roomFor them to open up the doorFor all the little angelsNow you drink a little moreYour family's talking to the pressAnd the movie didn't scoreSo you eat a little lessJust a little bit lessWell, the people on the street nowGettin' kind of meanThey read about your break-upIn the magazineAnd somewhere in your hometownA girl tries out her bestMaybe she'll go farShe wants to be a starSo she eats a little lessAll the little angelsAll the little angelsAll the little angelsAll the little angels
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