On a television screen
Like a technicolour dream
I watch the crowd surround you
And you act so nonchalant
As you pass the debutantes
Who know you as they found you

So what is it like on the inside?
You live the high life...

(Chorus)
You walk in the room with your attitude
You've got an awful lot to prove
At the end of the day
When you walk away
Are you on the darker side of blue?

You used to be
Someone just like me
Do you wonder what you're missing?
And when the paparazzi stare
At your face and clothes and hair
Do you wonder what they're whispering?

So what is it like on the inside?
You live the high life...

(Chorus)

So what will you say
When you've had your day
And it all fades away?




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