Don't Belong in Hollywood - Tom Odell

Hello, my beautiful friend
Did you get the money that your mother sent?
Your pictures don't make sense
Are you happy or do you just pretend?

You live in a town made by movie stars, uneducated hearts
You might sound like Amy Winehouse singing in your car
But do you wanna play that part?
Wear that dress your record label bought you
Fall in love with some Californian boy
Fool me, did you think you could?
You don't belong in Hollywood
No, no

Hey kids, look at my face
I'm sick and tired of being somebody that you hate
Gee Wizz, pack up my bags
I'll buy a first class seat direct to LAX
And, oh boy, I'll be a music star
I'll buy a Jaguar
And every joke I tell the audience will laugh
Beverley Boulevard
One day we'll be standing there face to face
And you won't see the tears beneath my Prada shades
Fool you all, I thought I could
I don't belong in Hollywood
No, no

Say what you wanna say
How people change
And there's no point reminiscing
It's 3AM and I'm still awake
I keep thinking, babe
My phone's vibrating

Fool me, did you think you could?
Come back to the neighbourhood
I should've loved you when I could
Oh, we're hopelessly misunderstood
We don't belong in Hollywood
No, we don't belong in Hollywood
No, no

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