They say his chances could not have been better
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All the promise of a July sun in the morning sky
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Laughing at the peering faces
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From the windows of a limousine
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Caviar with the A & R and still only in his teens
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So whatever happened?
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I can see him now, his face lit up in neon
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One hand up in the air as he turns towards the crowd
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His songs of silver arrows they tried to roll into gold
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With diamond tips from painted lips
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Designed and ready to be sold
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They say he could not fall of
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They say he could not fail
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The wealth and fame would fire his flame
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Just as soon as his ship set sail
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So whatever happened?
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Whatever happened to Benny Santini?
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Whatever happened to the guy on the wall?
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Where did he go to if he could not fall of
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They tell you they don't know
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They don't know at all
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Whatever Happened To Benny Santini?
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| Chris Rea |
