You don't have to pay for any more
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Of what I'm selling door to door!
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I will demonstrate for free...
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But each opportunity...
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Always ends in an apology...
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From the cue card that you read,
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Tell me what you think I need
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While you're burying the lead
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And showing me the door.
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There's people crying everywhere
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From being left in such despair.
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And they'd all expect for me to care,
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Who wants to be a millionaire?
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Sitting there behind a desk
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(Very Greco-Romanesque)
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And I'm bringing out the guns
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Battling the evil ones.
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Well I used to fly, the clouds below
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But my superpower's running low.
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Shoot the moon and gasp for air.
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Miracles don't have a prayer!
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The weatherman says freak for rare
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And gives the highs and lows.
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I'm damaged way beyond repair.
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It's too much pressure brought to bear.
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Who wants to take this on a dare?
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Who wants to be a millionaire?
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Who wants to be a millionaire?
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Babe, I'm getting back in line.
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On the nickel, on the dime.
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'Cause I just don't have the heart to share
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(I guess you stole that fair and square).
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Climbing up the empire state.
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The planes were grounded at the gate.
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The sky's the limit. Celebrate.
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You made it to the top
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And the stars are everywhere;
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Yasir Arafat to Cher.
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Everyone who's won is there.
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Who wants to be a millionaire?
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Who wants to be a millionaire?
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Who wants to be a millionaire?
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P.S. Millionaire
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Michael Penn |