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An inspirational tirade against me |
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How to explain my life? |
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Girls to the left of me |
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Boys to the right of me |
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Neither husband nor wife |
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Though the days are filled with pain |
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There is no one who'll explain |
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Why I'm coming under friendly fire |
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Shot in the fatal cause of rock and roll |
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But there's no one, really no one |
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To say why I endure under Force Majeure |
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Slander without shame or tact |
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I, who studied make-up |
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Mime and Buddha who taught two generations to react |
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About me the critics lied |
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I ignored them and survived |
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In spite of coming under friendly fire |
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Shot in the fatal cause of rock and roll |
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But there's nothing, really nothing to deny |
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When I look back my eyes are filled with tears |
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Danger to mascara, applause to my peers |
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When fame sustained me and arenas acclaimed me |
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I floated through life on a cloud |
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Of love and insanity and pagan profanity |
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Before a worshiping crowd |
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Now my status is ill-defined |
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As an icon I'm inclined to be |
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Coming under friendly fire |
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Shot in the fatal cause of rock and roll |
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But whatever dull or clever |
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Points they've scored |
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I have never, oh no never |
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Been ignored |
