| In a paparazzi photograph she was stepping from a car
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| The tired eyes betrayed the smile of the faded singing star
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| At the publishers reception on the launching of her book
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| She told the grimy details and the toll the details took
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| The tours, applause, awards of course
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| But as the years went by, those fundamental things still applied
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| Oh but she thought she’d be the exception
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| Oh yes she thought she’d be the exception
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| But don’t we all think we’re the exception
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| Sometimes, sometimes
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| The workaholic millionaire and his pretty younger wife
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| Had everything there was out there in the ad mans perfect life
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| But she left him for the milkman and then moved into his flat
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| Everyone said silly girl to do a thing like that
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| The house, the cars, the credit cards but he didn’t ask her why
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| He knows that there’s some things even cash can’t buy
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| Oh yes he thought he’d be the exception
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| Oh yes he thought he’d be the exception
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| But don’t we all think we’re the exception
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| Sometimes, sometimes
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| If a handout to the hungry and the homeless
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| Is a fiver in the fickle hand of fate
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| Does it mean we’ll be there on the guest list
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| When we get to heaven’s gate
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| No pain, no gain, that’s what they’re saying and it’s hard to disagree
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| But I thought somehow they weren’t including me
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| Oh but I thought I’d be the exception
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| Oh yes I thought I’d be the exception
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| But don’t we all think we’re the exception
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| Sometimes, sometimes |