To be someone must be a wonderful thing
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A famous footballer a rock singer
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or a big film star, yes I think I would like that
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To be rich and have lots of fans
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have lots of girls to prove that I'm a man
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And be No. 1 - and liked by everyone
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Getting drugged up with my trendy friends
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They really dig me and I dig them
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And the bread I spend - is like my fame - it's quickly diminished
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And there's no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool
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no more reporters at my beck and call
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no more cocaine it's only ground chalk
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no more taxis now we'll have to walk
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But didn't we have a nice time -
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didn't we have a nice time
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Oh wasn't it such a fine time
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I realize I should have stuck to my guns
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instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons
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and lose myself - I know it was wrong - but it's cost me a lot
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And there's no more drinking after the club shuts down,
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I'm out on me arse with the rest of the clowns
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It's really frightening without a bodyguard
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so I stay confined to my lonely room
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To Be Someone
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| The Jam |
