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BmI said to my self, "where are you, golden boy, where's youCmr famC#meous golden touch ?" A#m
BmI thought you knew where all of the eleCmphantC#ms lie down, A#m
BmI thought you where the crownprince of all thCme wheC#mels in Iv'ry Town. A#m
BmJust take a look at your body noBbmw, TheAmre's nothing mutch to save. A#m
BmAnd a bitter voice in the mirror cries "HBbmey, PrAmince, you need a shave." A#m
BmNow if you can manage to get your tremblinCmg finC#mgers to behave,
A#mWhy doBmn't you try unwrapping a stainless steel CmrazorC#m blade ?
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BbAnd wasn't it a long Dway doGwn ?
BbAh wasn't it a sDtrange way doGwn ?
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Bbdress in rDehearsal raGg.
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BbYou know this dress reDhearsal raGg,
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