| A lonely boy in the city
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| Standing tall up to his blue jean jacket and eyes of pity
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| He’s got a dream, now he told his Papa
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| «Don't you worry Daddy
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| I’ll be back to show you what a life I’ve made»
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| With a tear falling from his eyes
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| He knew that he wanted to be
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| Oh, he wants to be, yes, he’s got to be
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| Oh, he’d love to be a teenage idol
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| Standing in his hometown
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| Waiting for the bus that’ll take him
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| Farther than he’s ever been
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| Picked up his bags and kissed his sweetheart
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| «Don't you worry honey, I’ll be back
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| To show you what a life I’ve made»
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| With a tear falling from her eyes
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| She knew that he’d love to be
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| Oh, he wants to be, yes, he’s got to be
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| Oh, he’d love to be a teenage idol
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| Oh, if he could see, his name on the marquee
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| He’d live so happily, as a teenage idol
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| He’s in another city
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| Standing tall up to his satin jacket and eyes of pity
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| He’s got it all except for his Papa
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| «Don't you worry, Daddy
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| I’ve shown them what a pretty life I’ve made
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| Even though I’ll miss you badly
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| You know I always wanted to be»
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| Oh, I want to be, yes, I’ve got to be
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| Oh, I’d love to be a teenage idol
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| Oh, I want to be, yes, I’ve got to be
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| Oh, I’d love to be a teenage idol
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| Yes, I want to be, oh, I’ve got to be
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| Oh, I’d want to be a teenage idol
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| Yes, I’d love to see, my name on the marquee
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| I’d live so happily as a teenage idol
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| Oh, I’d want to be, yes, I’ve got to be
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| Oh, I’d love to be a teenage idol |