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
 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
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 The papers print his pictures 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
 But I, 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
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 He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch
 And they were grateful for his patronage, and they 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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 But I, 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