I made my life as a music man,
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I can't say that I'd ever change it.
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I counted time and my song began
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With no-one to help me arrange it.
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There've been better times in better places
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With people who had kinder faces,
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But there's more to a band
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Than a one night stand,
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So I stay a music man.
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Then there's Mister Ten Percent
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Takes your money just to pay his rent.
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You put your feet across the door,
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Step in gold dust on the floor.
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The nice man shows you where to sign,
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You lose your life on the dotted line.
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He's a man of ice, you can see right through,
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But he's gonna make a star out of you.
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What's a star,
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What's a star,
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What's a star?
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If you raise your glasses high,
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You might see him cross the sky.
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He's a singer,
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He's a writer,
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He's a genuine exciter.
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He's a star,
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He's a star,
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He's a star
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Music Man
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John Miles |