Used to be
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Where d'you think he's gone
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That skinny boy in jeans
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With some fantastic dreams
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He leapt from song to song
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And as he danced all night
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Vivacious and polite
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His face was always feared
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By those he engineered
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To grin from ear
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To ear
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Now it's a joke as I up periscope
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I can see how the land used to lie
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The World would float then sink again like soap
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You know I didn't have to try
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To find how things looked in your paradise
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Where d'you think he went
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The one who thought he was
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The one nailed to the cross
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His purse of fame was spent
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On custom- made guitars
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And big black shiny cars
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When all he owned was great
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And went down on the slate
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That all he did was break
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People's hearts
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Now it's a joke as I up periscope
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I can see how the land used to lie
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The World would float then sink again like soap
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You know I didn't have to try
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To find how things looked in your paradise
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Oh what do you think he's done
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This bright angelic youth
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Who grew long in the tooth
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He's talked to everyone
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About the things he's said
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Now he's picked up the pen
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To write it down again
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Smiling brightly with the flame
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He knew the wind by name
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As a friend
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Now it's a joke as I up periscope
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I can see how the land used to lie
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The World would float then sink again like soap
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You know I didn't have to try
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To find how things looked in your paradise
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Periscope
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| Squeeze |
