| Said he was an actor
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| Bit of a photographer
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| But made his living out of laughter
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| Which made him a comedian
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| Waiting for his million
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| That was soon coming
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| But for now he was bumming
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| He looked in the mirror
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| Looking back at an era
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| And finished up his brushstroke
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| And laughing at a private joke
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| He saw the self-hate
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| In his self-portrait
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| That would one day hang in the tate
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| Next to a rembrandt
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| But still couldn’t pay the rent-man
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| He said he was a musician
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| Who had this ambition
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| For everyone to listen
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| To his natural rhythm
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| But for now he was chilling
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| Just saying this:
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| It’s a matter of time
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| Before I get mine
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| You could call it fate
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| I’m just waiting for my break
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| I’m just waiting for my break
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| He said he was a model
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| But the only trouble
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| Was he didn’t like the idea
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| Of getting photographed in swimwear
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| But he might try it next yearHe’s starting up a business
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| Before next christmas
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| 'Cause he worked better on his own
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| With a mobile phone
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| But still waiting for the bank loan
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| He said he was a worker
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| That suffered from inertia
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| A real soul searcher
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| That had no religion
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| But still went to confession
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| He says he is a free spirit
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| Though he doesn’t appear it Living in a bedsit
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| With no fire exit
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| Waiting for a giro cheque
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| That’s soon coming
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| But for now he’s bumming
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| Just saying this:
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| It’s a matter of time
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| Before I get mine
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| You could call it fate
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| I’m just waiting for my break
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| I’m just waiting for my break
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| Let me tell you this story
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| Over the drink you brought me You see
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| I’m an actor
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| Bit of a photographer
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| But make my living out of laughter
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| Which makes me a comedian
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| Waiting for my million |