| They said that Hollywood was
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| never gonna be the same without you,
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| still, you’re gone.
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| How could we forget that face
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| and all that silver, flickering grace
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| that died with the silent age?
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| When everybody knew your name;
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| they all knew your name.
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| Born wild like a prairie flower,
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| she was sown by the wind and blown for miles.
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| Kansas couldn’t keep the child.
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| Hell-bound for the Great White Way,
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| for the tawdry-bawdy burlesque stage
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| and Wichita was miles and miles away.
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| Everybody knew your name.
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| Everybody knew your name,
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| they knew your name.
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| So you burned the candle,
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| burned it at both ends.
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| So love ends in scandal.
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| You burned it brief; |
| you burned it bright.
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| And the light in your immortal eyes
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| is the light that will never die.
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| Christened in straight-up gin,
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| Pandora was born in Weimar Berlin
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| and that was the rise before the fall!
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| Everybody sat in the dark, dark, black as night.
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| Everybody wanted to go where the light was so bright
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| and your shining face was gonna lead the way.
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| Homecoming like a heroine-bride
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| but the honeymoon was over before you arrived
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| and now they all cursed your name.
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| Everybody cursed your name.
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| Cold winds of Gotham howled
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| and the princess pawned her celluloid crown
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| in the glass castle walls.
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| Where nobody knew your name.
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| Nobody knew your name. |