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Well he used to be |
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a tailor |
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Sew those suits so fine |
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And he never heard of failure |
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And he never tasted wine |
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And he used to be a leader |
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When he had someone to lead |
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And he used to be a father |
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When he had some mouths to feed |
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And they say it never rains in LA county |
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But it gets cold enough to wish you had a few |
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And he laughts tonight and says |
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""I finally found me a room with a view |
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How about you"" |
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He was living in a castle |
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That he built with his own hands |
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Out of newspaper and cardboard |
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He was living off the land |
