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richard cory
They say that Richard Cory Owns one-half of this here town With political conections To spread his wealth around Born into society, a bankers only child He had everything a man could want Power, grace and style  But, I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm livin' And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be Yeah, I wish that I could be Lord, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory  Paper's print his pictures Almost everywhere he go Richard Cory at the opera Richard Cory at the show And the rumours of his a-parties And orgies on his yacht Heart and soul he must be happy With everything that he has got  But, I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm livin' And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be Yeah, I wish that I could be Lord, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory  He freely gave to charity And had that common touch They were grateful for his patronage And thanked him very much So my mind was filled with wonder When the evenin' headlines read That "Richard Cory went home last night And put a bullet through his head"  But I, I, I, work in his factory And I, I don't dig the life I'm livin' And I don't dig my poverty And I wish that I could be Yeah, hey, I wish that I could be Well, I wish that I could be Richard Cory  Yeah, I wish that I could be I wish that I could be Sometime, I wish that I coud be A-just like a-Richard Cory Just li-iiiiiike, a-Richard Cory A-Ricahrd Cory (Fades) A-Richard Cory Just like Richard Cory