Classic Movies

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