Get Famous

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When you haven't got any sense And a sick ghastly pallor 'Well the poor kid never had a chance' And people heard that you're dead But you haven't left the city yet Oh, get famous! Even if it takes every white blood cell you ever, ever have And when you haven't got any friends And the pharmacist recommends a B-complex for this condition 'But we haven't, we haven't left the city yet We stand to the side when the amtrack speeds by We close our eyes and pretend that it's going to hit us And try to decide to live or die'
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