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You came at last, and your timing was impeccable your role had not been cast |
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And you fit the mold you were perfect in most every way a subject to behold |
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Now the news had broken through, and all of those stories grew |
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We wondered if you're capable of all they say you do... |
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You |
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You |
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Early photos by assortment, all of this made you important |
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We were given something new |
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Fantasies we're bound by wire, fiction told by your desires |
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Story holes we fell into, but it's too late |
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Cause we're obsessed with you |
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You came at last, you gave a face to all the media that left us quite aghast |
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And you filled a void, and your musings filled the broadcast air for all to be enjoyed |
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Soon we all were moving on |
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One last look and you were gone |
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Your future may hold many things, but all of us we're through with you |
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You came at last, and before you had a chance to speak your time already passed |
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Bottom line appease the sponsors take a hold and sell the monster |
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Innocence we hardly knew |
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Stories to add fuel to fires, in the end they'll call you liar |
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But the truth is we're all glad for you |
