| Goodbye Norma Jean
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| Though I never knew you at all
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| You had the grace to hold yourself
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| While those around you crawled
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| They crawled out of the woodwork
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| And they whispered into your brain
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| They set you on the treadmill
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| And they made you change your name
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| And it seems to me you lived your life
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| Like a candle in the wind
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| Never knowing who to cling to
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| When the rain set in
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| And I would have liked to have known you
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| But I was just a kid
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| Your candle burned out long before
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| Your legend ever did
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| Loneliness was tough
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| The toughest role you ever played
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| Hollywood created a superstar
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| And pain was the price you paid
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| Even when you died
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| Oh the press still hounded you
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| All the papers had to say
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| Was that Marilyn was found in the nude
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| And it seems to me you lived your life
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| Like a candle in the wind
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| Never knowing who to cling to
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| When the rain set in
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| And I would have liked to have known you
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| But I was just a kid
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| Your candle burned out long before
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| Your legend ever did
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| Goodbye Norma Jean
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| Though I never knew you at all
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| You had the grace to hold yourself
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| While those around you crawled
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| Goodbye Norma Jean
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| From the young man in the 22nd row
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| Who sees you as something more than sexual
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| More than just our Marilyn Monroe
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| And it seems to me you lived your life
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| Like a candle in the wind
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| Never knowing who to cling to
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| When the rain set in
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| And I would have liked to have known you
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| But I was just a kid
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| Your candle burned out long before
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| Your legend ever did
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| Your candle burned out long before
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| Your legend ever did |