I've got a friend and he can't see,
how living the high life might just be,
a perfect disguise for someone....
who's in pain
And he works in a bar and he tells me,
that if he tries really hard, then he might just be,
a beautiful star cause that's all he really needs,
to make him mend inside
Callie, your running out of time.
Callie, your going down in style.
Come on..swallow your pride,
and get on a train out of Hollywood
Look at me,
I've been such a fool,
thinking fame would do,
what only time could do.
Hoping I would be alright,
if I could have a perfect life,
just like you.....Callie
Funny how those who would chase fame,
tend to be those in the greatest pain.
Searching for highs that would reach,
into their very grain
(Oh Callie...)
Pack up your bags and your mistakes
and if you're going to sing, sing for art's sake.
Don't give it all in to a beast,
that has no name.
Callie, your running out of time.
Callie, your going down in style.
Come on..swallow your pride,
and get on a train out of Hollywood

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