| And the star had to take his role
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| Not so very far from the stories we know
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| Of ballads and the million in gold
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| He’s now hatin'
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| To believe and to outrun you blind
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| With a lot of ease he can spin you a line
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| But take heed, 'cause when the magic declines
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| He’ll be sayin'
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| Somebody, somebody, when I get to feel so fine
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| Nobody, nobody, when I get to feel like cryin'
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| I got a crowd like I never seen before
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| Five hundred crazy women just a-rappin' at my door
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| You work at night when the latter day is done
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| You burn your heart out brother and before you see the sun
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| For his love of Miss Hedy Lamarr
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| He holds above his true passion guitar
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| But he don’t impress Persian the Shah
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| But who’s carin'?
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| Somebody, somebody, when I get to feel so fine
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| Nobody, nobody, when I get to feel like cryin' |