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fake your way to the top. – Wizard
– Thirteen years,
of solid gold platters.
Rising costs,
and cocktail chatters.
Fat DJ's,
stereophonic sound. The game of hits,
goes round and around,
but you can fake your way to the top,
round and around.
– But it's always real, so real, always so real! When you're comin' down! I know what's happenin', I've been around, fakin' my way, through every town! I'm makin' my livin', all for my sound, and the game of hits, goes round and around!
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