| At eighteen I grew restless for the city
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| I’d see its lights that beckoned from afar
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| I packed my dreams, assured I’d be successful
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| I’d sing my songs, I’d soon become a star
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| I needed clothes to make the right impression
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| I bought a suit, the finest tailor-made
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| Had an act, then designed, with the ladies in mind
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| Endure the debt I felt would be repaid
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| I dreamed I would be emblazoned in neon
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| The biggest, the best, above all the rest, wherever I’d play
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| I dreamed I would be acknowledged the greatest
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| The cream of the crop, it’s good at the top, I was there to stay
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| The loveliest girls would gather around me
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| With photos to sign, they all would be mine for less than a smile
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| My curtain would cue, resounding ovations
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| Their deafening roar would ring out for more, I’d go off in style"
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| The older that I become, my features are ageing
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| My voice is still there, my gesture’s precise, my talent would glow
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| At times I’ve had bitterness, for nothing has happened
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| I’ve struggled and strived, but never arrived, and I’m still unknown
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| And yet, yet I believe that my time is coming
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| If given the breaks, I’ve got what it takes to go all the way
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| Then under my feet the stage would be pulsing
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| Finally I’d be there in the spotlights glare, it would be my day
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| For thirty years it’s been an endless circle
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| I’ve made the rounds, they always look the same
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| I sing my songs, but people seldom listen
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| They never care, for they don’t know my name
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| To keep alive, I’ve played the third-rate bookings
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| I have no choice, I take what I can find
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| Sleazy clubs, little pay, easy girls, sleep all day
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| But in my dreams, I leave it far behind
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| I dreamed that I’ll be relating the story
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| Of how I prevailed when I should have failed, in my quest for fame
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| I dreamed I would be enjoying my leisure
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| Taking life in stride, ladies at my side, wild from the game
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| On opening night, I’ll calmly be reading
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| The thousands of words from those who admire my standing alone
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| The stage light would dim, the moment would quicken
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| My heart in my throat, hearing the first note, I’d be on my own
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| I tried to find a gimmick, to lift me from darkness
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| I’ve sung about love, I’ve ??? |
| songs, a stale joke or two
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| If everything fails and I’m left in the shadows
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| The fault isn’t mine, I asked for a chance, but nothing came through
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| I have no one to thank, for no one has offered
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| To give me a hand, or take any stand, that’s out of their way
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| But deep in my heart, I know, I know that I have it
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| And I’ll get my due life and start anew, it will be my day |