| He thought he was the king of America
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| Where they pour Coca Cola just like vintage wine
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| Now I try hard not to become hysterical
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| But I’m not sure if I am laughing or crying
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| I wish that I could push a button
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| And talk in the past and not the present tense
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| And watch this hurting feeling disappear
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| Like it was common sense
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| It was a fine idea at the time
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| Now it’s a brilliant mistake
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| She said that she was working for the ABC News
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| It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use
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| Her perfume was unspeakable
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| It lingered in the air
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| Like her artificial laughter
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| Her mementos of affairs
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| «Oh» I said «I see you know him»
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| «Isn't that very fortunate for you»
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| And she showed me his calling card
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| He came third or fourth and there were more than one or two
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| He was a fine idea at the time
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| Now he’s a brilliant mistake
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| He thought he was the king of America
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| But it was just a boulevard of broken dreams
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| A trick they do with mirrors and with chemicals
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| The words of love in whispers
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| And the axe of love in screams
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| I wish that I could push a button
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| And talk in the past and not the present tense
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| And watch this loving feeling disappear
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| Like it was common sense
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| I was a fine idea at the time
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| Now I’m a brilliant mistake |