| He used to be a singer in a rock and roll band
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| He would write the songs and I’d tremble at his hand but oh, la la He lost poetic ethic and his songs were pathetic, and he’s a failure now.
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| He used to be the life and soul of everyone around
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| You’d never catch him looking up and never see him down but oh, la la He couldn’t raise a smile, no, not for a while and he’s a failure now
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| Don’t cry child, you’ve got so much more to live for
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| Don’t cry child, you’ve got something I would die for
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| And if it comes to the rain, just be glad you’ll smile again
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| Cause so many don’t.
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| And so many go unnamed
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| People push right past me shouting their exclaims
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| A preacher pushes me aside and asked to wash my sins I said no, la la If he made me in his image, then he’s a failure too
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| And I used to need a couple of people keep my head down
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| Now I need a whole lot more to keep me on the ground but oh, la la
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| I gave up something and I gave it up for nothing and I am a failure now
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| Don’t cry child, you’ve got so much more to live for
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| Don’t cry child, you’ve got something I would die for
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| And if it comes to the rain, just be glad you’ll smile again
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| Cause so many don’t.
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| And so many go unnamed. |