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PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Essex
David Essex
Vocals
Elaine Paige
Elaine Paige
Vocals
David Hamilton Smith
David Hamilton Smith
Remixer
Phil Brown
Phil Brown
Trombone
Norman Archibald
Norman Archibald
Trumpet
Simon Ferguson
Simon Ferguson
Trumpet
Beatrice Harper
Beatrice Harper
Violin
Diana Cummings
Diana Cummings
Violin
Mark Berrow
Mark Berrow
Violin
Nina Whitehurst
Nina Whitehurst
Violin
Raymond Prescott
Raymond Prescott
Violin
David Lawrence
David Lawrence
Woodwinds
Hilary Grubb
Hilary Grubb
Woodwinds
Richard West
Richard West
Woodwinds
Susan Lynn
Susan Lynn
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composer
Tim Rice
Tim Rice
Lyrics
Hershy Kay
Hershy Kay
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Producer
Tim Rice
Tim Rice
Producer

Lyrics

High flying, adored
So young, the instant queen
A rich beautiful thing of all the talents
A cross between
A fantasy of the bedroom and a saint
And you were just a backstreet girl
Hustling and fighting
Scratching and biting
High flying, adored
Did you believe in your wildest moments
All this would be yours?
That you'd become the lady of them all?
Were there stars in your eyes
When you crawled in at night
From the bars, from the sidewalks
From the gutter theatrical?
Don't look down, it's a long long way to fall
High flying, adored
What happens now? Where do you go from here?
For someone on top of the world
The view's not exactly clear
A shame you did it all at twenty-six
There are no mysteries now
Nothing can thrill you
No one fulfill you
High flying, adored
I hope you come to terms with boredom
So famous, so easily, so soon
Is not the wisest thing to be
You won't care if they love you
It's been done before
You'll despair if they hate you
You'll be drained of all energy
All the young who've made it would agree
High flying, adored
I've been called names, but they're the strangest
My story's quite usual
Local girl makes good, weds famous man
I was slap in the right place
At the perfect time
Filled a gap—I was lucky
But one thing I'll say for me
No one else can fill it like I can
Written by: Andrew Lloyd Webber, Tim Rice
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