They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
with political connections to spread his wealth arround
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
I work in his factory
And I curse the life I’m living
And I curse my poverty
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 rumors of his parties and the orgies on his yacht
He surely must be happy, with everyhting he’s got
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He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,
and they were greatful for his patronage, and they thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder when the headlines read:
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."
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