Hollywood
I never did make it to Hollywood
I never got that Nashville dream.
Strange I turned up playing an old guitar
on some deserted sunny beach.
I could cry about the dreams I missed
If I only had a little more time
But the moon is rising as the sun sets low
So I got to build a bonfire
and pour another glass of wine.
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