Richard Cory
They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He had everything a man could want, power, grace, and style.
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But I work in his factory and I curse the life I'm living,
And I curse my poverty and I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be, oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.
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He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read,
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."
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