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This is the story |
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Of a poor man's son |
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He pulled himself up |
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Turned his face to the sun |
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He burned up the world with a heart on fire |
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And tempted the stars when they hid their light |
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Now everyone wants to touch the golden boy |
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Now everyone wants to touch the golden boy |
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They made melody |
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To support his word |
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He's the new high priest |
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Of the scene and herd |
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They sanctified Sid |
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Till he puked up his life |
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A prick for an idol |
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What a very strange sight |
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Now children are weeping |
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In a hundred towns |
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The spitfire word |
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Shot the pilot down |
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They shoved a rag |
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Down the golden throat |
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And put up a column |
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Where the poor dog choked |
