| Said you’d been born somebody rich
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| A royal flush, you’re one
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| While counting every stitch
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| I bet that’s just no fun
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| An empty mind, an empty heart
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| It’s crystal clear that you
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| Would never play a part
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| You know, you know it’s true
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| Yeah, people were laughing behind your back
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| Oh, one step away, don’t know where you’re at
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| You wanna be someone
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| Ya think that you’ve got it made
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| You’re like an empty gun
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| You’re not thing you portrayed
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| Walking through paradise out of your head
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| You wanna be someone
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| You know it’s all in your mind
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| You’re not the seventh son
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| Although you crossed every line
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| Writing the stories that no-one has read
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| We’re all just men that have to face
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| We’re not above, don’t act
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| Don’t give that false embrace
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| You smiled just to distract
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| Well you believe there’s just one way
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| So take it to the end
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| 'Cause that what fools would say
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| You know, you just pretend
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| Yeah, are you still preaching, is that a fact
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| You, Gideon’s bible and zodiac
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| You wanna be someone
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| Ya think that you’ve got it made
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| You’re like an empty gun
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| You’re not thing you portrayed
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| Walking through paradise out of your head
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| You wanna be someone
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| You know it’s all in your mind
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| You’re not the seventh son
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| Although you crossed every line
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| Writing the stories that no-one has read
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| A selfish man making plans to screw the never never
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| Always obsessed trying to get what he can
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| A selfish man thinking he’s the one to be so clever
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| Might be well dressed but he don’t understand
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| You wanna be someone
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| Ya think that you’ve got it made
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| You’re like an empty gun
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| You’re not thing you portrayed
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| Walking through paradise out of your head
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| You wanna be someone
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| You know it’s all in your mind
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| You’re not the seventh son
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| Although you crossed every line
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| Writing the stories that no-one has read |