I hate the way that you've taken back 
    Everything you've given to me 
    And the way that you'd always say 
    It's nothing to do with me 
    Different versions of many men 
    Come before you came 
    All their questions was similar 
    The answers just the same 
    I could do with a motor car 
    Maybe a Jaguar maybe a plane or a day of fame 
    I wanna be a millionaire so can you take me there 
    Wanna be wild cos my life's so tame 
    Here am I, going nowhere on a train 
    Here am I, growing older in the rain
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