They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
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With political connections to spread his wealth around.
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Born into society, a banker's only child,
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He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.
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But I work in his factory
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And I curse the life I'm living
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And I curse my poverty
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And I wish that I could be,
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Oh, I wish that I could be,
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Oh, I wish that I could be
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Richard Cory.
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The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:
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Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.
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And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
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Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.
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But I work in his factory
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And I curse the life I'm living
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And I curse my poverty
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And I wish that I could be,
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Oh, I wish that I could be,
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Oh, I wish that I could be
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Richard Cory.
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He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,
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And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,
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So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
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"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."
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But I work in his factory
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And I curse the life I'm living
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And I curse my poverty
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And I wish that I could be,
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Oh, I wish that I could be,
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Oh, I wish that I could be
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Richard Cory.
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Richard Cory
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| Paul McCartney & Wings |
