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I met a girl in Tennessee she wrote a song, it went to number one
Well we sat and had a drink, and she told me how it all had begun
One day she's singing in a coffee shop, shot up to the CMA's
Oh the world moves fast when you never know the time of day.

When your face is pictured on the pages
When your name is out there on the scene
When your world is quickly rearranging
When your pictures are appearing on the pages of the magazines.

She said, they started in a van, and then a bus, and then the planes would come
And they couldn't eat in restaurants, the bodyguards all had guns
Stars and stages, fame and all the love
Funny how life looks from above.

Well a cold day came when the industry let her down
And all the handshakes and promises, buried without a sound
Friends she thought she had, like the wind were gone
She said I've got to admit it I loved it even though it's done.

When your face is pictured on the pages
When your name is out there on the scene
When your world is quickly rearranging
Though your picture's disappearing from the pages of the magazines.