Well they paid him the advance,
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and waited for the book.
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But the writer didn't care none,
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no he didn't give a F. F. F. F.
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Fortune squandered,
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he's drugged up bad.
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They called him insane,
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the called him a fag.
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Somewhere in the city,
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unanswered prayers.
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Somewhere in the city,
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one man, one man dared.
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He's got 'em searching the attic,
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and tearing down walls.
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Emptying cupboards,
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and ripping up floors.
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I know it's here,
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a secret told.
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I'll tell ya it's true man,
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it's literate gold.
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Slurring speech,
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in interviews.
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Looking a little fat.
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Bloodshot eyes,
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don't forget the hat.
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I know it's here,
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a secret told.
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I tell ya' it's true man,
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only he knows,
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only he knows,
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only he knows where to bulldoze.
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Unanswered Prayers
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| G.B.H. |
