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Remember pericles?
He democratized the city with his mind.
A little wisdom never hurt anyone...
Tell that to socrates!
Telling the citizens what they needed to hear
(but still, they fed him hemlock.)
Now, the greeks don’t speak my language.
I don’t get the relevance.
I am the reverence, I have no reverence.
Show me no deference I’ll do the same for you.
La la la la
Did you ever know you’re my tragic hero?
You be the pity, I’ll be the fear,
And every subscriber will know what a truly
Great man you are.
In the conference room he said to me, quote,
¡°avoid your generation’s proclivity for irony and negativity
Held so commonly - don’t let me down, son.
There was a car, the wheels came off it,
And I know that nobody never made a profit.
Censor your gravity, boy,
I’m counting on you to be my protégé.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Cast it off with the rest, flip,
Your footsteps are filling up
Every time you turn around,
You can see the idols and you’ll be knocking ¡®em down,
One, two, three, four, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!¡±
Did you ever know you’re my tragic hero?
You be the pity, I’ll be the fear,
And every advertiser will know
What a truly great man you truly are.
Some with it politics like andorra.
Some take it on like a mantle.
Some can’t hold a candle.
Some touch, some damn it.
But now I can’t!
Such a tragic hero.
You’re my tragic hero.
Such a tragic hero, ohh,
He’s my tragic hero.
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