Tonalité : B minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Lord, tell me
how long it's gonna take me
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to get famous
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Will it take a week in vaudeville,
a season in pantomime,
two years in the West End stage,
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a decade, or maybe more?
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Because I can't afford to wait
till I'm dribbling bald, toothless,
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spineless, and brainless.
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I don't believe in your afterlife
and your posterity,
but if they exist,
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I must be at least half the way there.
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And Lord, what if it takes a decade?
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I am no longer young.
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Show me the road to fame,
Lord, show me that road
which is the road
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to the next whisky bar.
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Lord, what will it take, what will it take
to get me to be here,
to stay famous?
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How am I going to have to sell my soul
to the stylists and the tailors
of this world
if I'm not to go down in history
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as one of the failures?
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Lord, teach me the boy band
dance routines
above all,
teach me to be tame, bland,
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blind and blameless
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Cause that's the hardest thing of all,
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to be aggressive and yet remain harmless
To edit out my impure thoughts
when you know so well,
Lord, that I'm shameless
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Principled, amoral,
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provocative,
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confrontational and shameless
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And Lord, how long did it take you
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to get famous?
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After you'd created this fantastic planet,
and all the animals upon it
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to creep about on its surface
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Must have taken a million years or more
before anyone even thought
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to give a name to the mainland
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And then in the blanking of an eye,
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the backlash came
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The cynics cried and ran,
saying you didn't even exist
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Oh, fashion is fickle, Lord,
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you know that more than I do
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The backlash always comes,
no matter what you've done
Created a world on that
difficult third album
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And the Lord said, don't ask me,
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I have no idea
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F#m
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All I know how to do is how to hide,
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how to hide and disappear
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Lord tell me, where will it take me?
What strange place will it take
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me being famous?
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Am I destined to be rich
beyond the wildest dreams of man?
Will I rest at last between
the breasts and legs
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of delicate oriental girls and neck babies?
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Will I be transported back to the house
where I was born in a limousine twenty foot long
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while the crowd stands by foaming at the mouth
like dogs with rabies?
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Will I be born on the shoulders of
the crowd?
Will I be taken from the back of
the stadium
To the front of the stadium
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To the back of the stadium
Tossed around and shunned
by what was allowed?
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And Lord,
who do you have to sleep with in this town?
Who do you have to go down on
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to get famous?
Lord, tell me, what soundtracks
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do I have to do?
What drugs do I have to do?
How old is too old?
How many free copies
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should I give away
with every album sold?
I'm not trying to say
I'm fit to dine at your table
All I'd say is we all use the
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same tricks if we're able
Lord, I have friends
I've watched them one by one
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become famous
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While they complimented me and my songs
I smiled in my corner alone
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Watched their inner birds
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spread their wings and fly
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Though I had an inner bird too,
Lord, you know
Mine remained a swan
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in cellophane
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Trapped under a glass ceiling,
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a bird in a transparent cage
Lord, why do this to me?
Why let me die?
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I haven't given me a bird, never let it fly
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Lord, why?
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Why?
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And Lord, tell me
How long did it take you
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To get famous?
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You sent your dearly beloved son down
To walk the planet Earth
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And be amongst us
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You chose to give him sensational powers,
so he could do tricks
much better than ours
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and work miracles to impress us.
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Laura, you did it for the publicity,
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I know, I understand.
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Then the backlash came,
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we turned on your son and he was slain.
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No matter what you've done,
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the backlash always comes
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Created a world, given you a son,
or your difficult third album
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And the Lord said, don't ask me,
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I have no idea
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All I know how to do
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Is how to hide
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Lord, if that is all you can say to me,
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share with me the secret of
your immaculate obscurity.
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