Published on January 22, 2004 By Parvin In Music
Fortune, Fame
Mirror Vain
Gone Insane
But the memory remains

Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd, cry the nowhere tears of honor

Like twisted vines that grow
That hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already faded prima Donna

Fortune, Fame
Mirror Vain
Gone Insane…
Fortune, Fame
Mirror Vain
Gone Insane …
But the memory remains

Heavy rings hold cigarettes
Up to lips that time forgets
While the Hollywood sun sets behind your back

And can’t the Band play on?
Just listen, they play my song
Ash to Ash
Dust to Dust
Fade to Black


Fortune, Fame
Mirror Vain
Gone Insane…
Fortune, Fame
Mirror Vain
Gone Insane …
Dance little tin goddess

na-na-na

Drift away
Fade away
Little tin goddess


Ash to Ash
Dust to Dust
Fade to Black


Fortune, Fame
Mirror Vain
Gone Insane…
Fortune, Fame
Mirror Vain
Gone Insane …
But the memory remains

Ash to ash
Dust to dust

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