| Jimmy’s not a high concept guy
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| But he’s front page news, let me tell you why
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| He’s on the cover of the New York Post
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| All three networks, coast to coast
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| All he needed was a hot night in June
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| 'Cos he had the needle and he had the spoon
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| When he spiked it bit, and man, he flew
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| Into America’s living room
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| CH:
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| We all love tragedy, it loves us too
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| It’s a marriage made in Hollywood
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| Between greed and you
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| All you need to be a star is to die in open view
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| It’s a marriage made in Hollywood
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| Between greed and you
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| Between greed and you
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| Between greed and you
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| Loved by women, admired by men
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| He walked down broadway with his best friend
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| His brain was wired like a light in a socket
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| With his old friend in his back pocket
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| That horse could kick, that horse could scream
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| Ride you out of here into a different scene
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| Unrequited love, that makes it fair
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| But who keeps score when you’re in mid-air?
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Like a free-fall chute that didn’t open
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| He looked down to see his dream was broken
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| He stared back up at a hot grey sky
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| Re-run his life and then he died
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| Well if you jump off a building, brother beware!
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| 'Cos my friend Jimmy woke up mid-air
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| No time to smile, no time to wave
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| They buried him in a media grave
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| Repeat Chorus |