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Poor George, poor George
Can't help, he was born a king
Poor George, poor George
She said she wanted everything
I'll show you mine, if you show me yours
Look what you made me do
Poor George, poor George
He's going blind to watch you lose

Takes a drug through the hole in his neck
He's a Marlboro man
Daddy said we could ride forever
What's the back-up plan?

Poor George
They turn the light on, and it's burning up the sky
Poor George
You can kill him, but you'll never kill his pride
Poor George, poor George, poor George

Momma told him right from wrong
How to love and how to talk
Poor George, poor George
Never learned how to stop

When you're a star, they let you do it
Don't ask me how
It's quiet in the dressing room
The women all got loud

Poor George
There's something 'bout him that I never really liked
Poor George
He's growing up before your very fucking eyes
Poor George
You can kill him, but you'll never kill his pride
Poor George, poor George, oh, George

Beating his chest from the top of the Empire
Leading lady caught up in the gun fire
Imma climb till they shoot me down
Guns drawn, choppers off the ground

Poor George
I wanna love you, but now everything's a crime
Poor George
Take my mind, but you can't take me alive
Poor George
He's growing up before your very fucking eyes
Poor George, poor George
George
No, George!
Please George!
No, oh George!
Poor George!

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