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They built a hero, out of expections |
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and what a hopeless hero was he |
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Sticks for legs, well he shook when the wind blew, even slightly |
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And he welcomed the smiles |
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welcomed the applause |
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and hoped they'd never forgot just who they thought he was |
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They dressed him up in rich mans clothes |
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and told him he was beautiful |
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Then they expected miracles |
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Then they expected miracles |
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His parents were pleased, |
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they went to all the parties |
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He was groomed for greatness from the time he was young |
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Raised on a diet of television, |
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he was taught to listen, kept on |
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And he welcomed desire, |
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reckless luxury |
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The world soaked up every drop of drama |
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and insecurity |
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They dressed him up in rich mans clothes, |
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and told him he was beautiful. |
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Then they expected miracles |
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Then they expected miracles |
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Then one day his admires just quit him |
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they just packed up their things and were gone |
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He stood alone, |
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their beautiful disatser |
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Wonderin' where he'd gone wrong |
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He wanted their smile |
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wanted the applause. |
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No one would look him in the eye now, |
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no one returned his calls |
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They dressed him up in rich mans clothes, |
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and told him he was beautiful. |
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Then they expected miracles |
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Then they expected miracles |
