They say that Richard Cory owns one-half of this here town
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With political connections, spread his wealth around
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Born into society a banker's only child
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He had everything a man could want,
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Power, grace and style
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But I work in his factory
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And I curse the life I'm livin'
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And I curse my poverty
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That I wish that I could be
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Yeah I wish that I could be
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I wish that I could be, Richard Cory
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The papers print his pictures
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Almost everywhere he go
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Richard Cory at the opera,
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Richard Cory at the show
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And the rumours of his a parties
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And the orgies on his yacht
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Well, he surely must be happy
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With everything that he has got
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But I, work in his factory
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And I curse the life I'm livin'
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And I curse my poverty
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And I wish that I could be
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I wish that I can be, yeah
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I wish that I can be, Richard Cory
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He freely gives to charity
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Had that common touch
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They were grateful for his patronage
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And thanked him very much
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But my mind was filled with wonder
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When the evening headlines
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That Richard Cory went home last night
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And put a bullet through his head
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But I, I, I, work in his factory
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And I, I don't dig the life I'm livin'
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And I don't dig my poverty
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And I wish that I could be
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Yeah and I wish that I could be
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Yeah wish that I could be, Richard Cory
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And I wish that I could be
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I wish that I could be
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Somehow I wish that I could be
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A just like a Richard Cory
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Just li-i-i-ike, Richard Co-ory
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A Richard Cory
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A Richard Cory
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FADES
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A Richard Cory, just a man, just a boy
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Richard Cory
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| Van Morrison |
