| You know in the days when you could feel it?
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| It was almost sexual, sending shivers up your spine.
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| This, I believe is because songwriters were not restricted
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| By the small music dictatorship which now exists.
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| Let’s hope the future holds something better than the present
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| And let’s leave the past alone.
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| The music business is incapable of bringing music to the future,
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| As it sits just waiting to pounce on any third rate trend,
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| Milking it to death, once again putting money
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| Where the music is not.
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| I only wish I was born before all the great ideas were used.
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| While I struggle to working around this,
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| The most annoying thing is watching other people
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| Succeed through stealing them.
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| I could have been a legend in my own time; |
| I could
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| Have sold a lot of records;
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| I could have enjoyed it as well.
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| I could have been a lot of things.
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| One thing that I know I am
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| And will always be: I am the greatest.
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| I bumped into this bloke the other day we used to know in school.
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| We didn’t say 'hello' because he had his hair slightly perked
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| and I had all mine shaved off.
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| I was always a bit of a clown.
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| He used to be a hard man,
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| But he did his homework,
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| Because he knew that one day
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| He’d be going places.
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| I knew I should have asked him there
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| And then 'was he happy now that he’d finally got there?'
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| He goes to bed thinking of ways to fiddle ten more pounds on his expenses.
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| Me? |
| I go to bed thinking of all the reasons why I am the greatest.
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| We always use other people as the mirror in which we judge ourselves.
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| So, we are constantly changing to meet their expectations.
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| Maybe we’ve forgotten the meaning of the word 'individual.'
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| It’s as if everything we do or think is
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| Valued for its conformity.
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| Anything fresh or original is hacked down
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| And always brought down to size.
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| You don’t even think for yourself,
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| As a life that is led for you is some kind of problem.
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| You wouldn’t recognize a new idea if it spat in your face
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| And screamed out.
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| Who am I to talk?
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| Who the hell do I think I am?
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| I am the greatest.
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| Welcome to the wonderful world of show business.
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| The dark and dank place rarely lit by the harsh light of reality.
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| I look around and I see big mouthed rock stars
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| With opinions on everything and answers to nothing.
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| Burnt out old men with money to burn.
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| Bandwagons full of bands with sycophantic fans with no lives of their own.
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| A place where image is king and music is a poorer relation that I can relate to.
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| I am the greatest.
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| I am the greatest.
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| I am! |