Say that Richard Cory
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Owns one-half of this here town
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With political connections
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To 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, I work in his factory
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And I curse the life that 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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Yeah, hey I wish that I could be
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Lord, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory
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The paper's print his picture
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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 parties
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And orgies on his yacht
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Heart and soul he must be happy
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With everything that he has got
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But I, 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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Yeah, wish that I could be
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Lord, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory
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He freely give to charity And had the 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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So my mind was filled with wonder
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When the evenin' headlines read
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That Richard Cory went home last night
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And put a bullet through his head, hu
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But I, I, work in his factory
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And I don't dig the life I'm livin'
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I curse my poverty
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And I wish that I could be
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And I wish that I could be
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Well, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory
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Yeah, I wish that I could be
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Lord, I wish that I could be
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Yeah, I wish that I could be
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Yes, oh I wish that I could be
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Just like Richard Cory
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Richard Cory (alternate version)
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| Van Morrison |
