| You were born on an eerie night
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| Moon rode high on a silver cloud
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| An air of tension in a room of wonder
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| She held you gently but you cried out loud
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| Your old man called from across the sea
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| The search or fame had taken him away
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| Out in the heat were a thousand voices
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| Singing his praise and making him great
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| You were born to be the lonely one
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| He was reaching out for number one
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| He’s so busy with all his plans
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| Got no time for his greatest fan
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| His son, son of a famous man
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| Keeps on giving you alibis
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| You keep wearing the same disguise
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| The son, son of a famous man
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| You were torn from your sleep one night
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| The winds of change made you come of age
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| Down in the street was a sea of silence
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| They couldn’t heal you but they shared your pain
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| You were left to be the lonely one
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| Now you know you’re not the only one
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| He’s so busy with all his plans
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| Got no time for his greatest fan
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| His son, son of a famous man
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| Keeps on giving you alibis
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| You keep wearing the same disguise
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| The son, son of a famous man
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| Time and again, you look to his eyes for a sign
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| But love is the one thing that money can’t buy …
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| You were born to be the lonely one
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| Now you know your time has finally come
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| He’s so busy with all his plans
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| Got no time for his greatest fan
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| His son, son of a famous man
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| Keeps on giving you alibis
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| You keep wearing the same disguise
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| The son, son of a famous man |