| I never asked for this
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| Or planned it in advance
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| I was merely blown here
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| By the winds of chance
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| I never saw myself
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| As a Solomon or Socrates
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| I knew who I was:
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| One of your dime a dozen
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| Mediocrities
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| Then suddenly I’m here
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| Respected, worshipped, even
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| Just because the folks in Oz
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| Needed someone to believe in
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| Does it surprise you
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| I got hooked, and all too soon?
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| What can I say? |
| I got carried away
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| And not just by balloon
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| Wonderful
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| They called me «Wonderful»
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| So I said «Wonderful, if you insist»
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| I will be «Wonderful»
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| And they said «Wonderful»
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| Believe me, it’s hard to resist
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| 'Cause it feels wonderful
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| They think I’m wonderful
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| Hey, look who’s wonderful
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| This corn-fed hick
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| Who said, «It might be keen
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| To build a town of green
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| And a wonderful road of yellow brick!»
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| See, I never had a family of my own
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| So, I guess I just wanted to give the citizens of Oz everything
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| So you lied to them
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| Elphaba, where I’m from
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| We believe all sorts of things that aren’t true
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| We call it «history.»
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| A man’s called a traitor or liberator
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| A rich man’s a thief or philanthropist
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| Is one a crusader or ruthless invader?
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| It’s all in which label is able to persist
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| There are precious few at ease
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| With moral ambiguities
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| So we act as though they don’t exist
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| They call me «Wonderful»
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| So I am wonderful
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| In fact, it’s so much who I am
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| It’s part of my name
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| And with my help, you can be the same
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| At long, long last receive your due long overdue
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| Elphaba, the most celebrated are the rehabilitated
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| There’ll be such a whoop-de-doo
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| A celebration throughout Oz
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| That’s all to do with you
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| Wonderful
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| They’ll call you wonderful
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| It does sound wonderful
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| Trust me, it’s fun
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| When you are wonderful
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| It would be wonderful
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| Wonderful, wonderful
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| One! |
| Two! |
| And |