| He was a light star
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| Tripping on a high wire
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| Bulldog stubborn
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| Born uneven
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| A classless creature
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| A man for all seasons
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| But don’t bet them
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| They can’t take him
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| To the very bottom
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| Because they made him
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| And they’ll waste him
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| And I don’t believe
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| That I want to watch them
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| 'Cause the fifties shifted out of gear
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| He was an idol then
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| Now he’s an idol here
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| But his face has changed
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| Oh he’s not the same no more
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| And I have to say
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| That I like the way his music sounded before
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| He was tight-assed
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| Walking on broken glass
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| Highly prized in the wallet size
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| The number one crush
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| In a schoolgirl’s eyes
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| But don’t pretend
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| That it won’t end
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| In the depth of your despair
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| You went from lame suits
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| Right down to tennis shoes
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| To peanuts
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| From the lion’s share
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| 'Cause the fifties shifted out of gear
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| He was an idol then
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| Now he’s an idol here
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| But his face has changed
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| Oh he’s not the same no more
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| And I have to say
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| That I like the way his music sounded before |