| Respect was all that I have wanted
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| How could I ever disagree?
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| All the times I was rejected
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| Have never meant much to me
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| But this is now
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| How can this be?
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| I raise my voice because it sometimes
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| Bothers me!
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| Your waving hands
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| Mean more to me
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| Than fifteen minutes to be famous
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| Guaranteed
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| Your waving hands
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| They offer me
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| To leave my mark
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| In history
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| Your waving hands
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| An opportunity
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| To leave behind a life
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| That’s almost ordinary
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| You think that’s all that I’d hoped for
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| But sometimes I feel I’m a casualty
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| All this glitter, fame and fortune
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| Has never really suited me
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| I don’t know why you’re blaming me
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| I think this time
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| You’ve lost your sense of reality
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| Your waving hands
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| Confronting me
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| With a bitter side
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| Of all this publicity |