We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
I'm not a pitiable creature. It's just that I suffer very eloquently.
Daydreamin' drugs the pain of living.
I'm irresponsible to my career in order to paint. Because painting is obsessive. I forget to eat. I forget to sleep.
But now it's just another show, you leave em laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.
They paved paradise and put up a parkin lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone