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[Che:]

High flying, adored

So young, the instant queen

A rich beautiful thing, of all the talents

A cross between a fantasy of the bedroom and a saint

You were just a backstreet girl

Hustling and fighting, scratching and biting


High flying, adored

Did you believe in your wildest moments

All this would be yours

That you·d become the lady of them all?


Were there stars in your eyes

When you crawled in at night

From the bars, from the sidewalks

From the gutter theatrical

Don·t look down, it·s a long, long way to fall


High flying, adored

What happens now, where do you go from here?

For someone on top of the world

The view is not exactly clear

A shame you did it all at twenty-six

There are no mysteries now

Nothing can thrill you, noone fulfill you


High flying, adored

I hope you come to terms with boredom

So famous so easily, so soon

It·s not the wisest thing to be


You won·t care if they love you

It·s been done before

You·ll despair if they hate you

You·ll be drained of all energy

All the young who·ve made ït would agree