| I saw your name in the paper
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| There was quiet a blow
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| Your mother must be happy
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| They said you stole the show
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| You always did have talent
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| You always did work hard
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| Now is new you’d prefer
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| A place on the front yard
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| Maybe you’ll get famous
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| Maybe you’ll get rich
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| That’s all right, don’t be afraid
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| Lots of us got that each
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| Lots of us really need it
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| Yeah, we really need it bad
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| Lots of us are desperate
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| And lots of us are sad
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| Take the money, take the love
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| Take all the people give
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| The people all are dying
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| But somehow you help them lived
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| The people will destroy you
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| That love will turn to hate
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| But right now you must scratch it
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| Your rich that’s grown so great
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| Make yourself a hero
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| It’s heroes people crave
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| Make yourself a master
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| But know you are a slave
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| I saw your name in the paper
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| I saw your name in the paper
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| I saw your name in the paper
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| I saw your name in the paper
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| I saw your name in the paper
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| I saw your name in the paper
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| Ah… |