Tytuł: Richard Cory

• Wykonawca: Simon and Garfunkel
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They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town
   With political connections to spread his wealth around
   Born into society, a banker's only child
   He had everything a man could want
   Power, grace and style
  
   But I work in his factory
   And I curse the life I'm livin'
   And I curse my poverty
   And I wish that I could be
   Oh, I wish that I could be
   Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory
  
   The papers print his picture almost ev'rywhere he goes
   Richard Cory at the op'ra, Richard Cory at a show
   And the rumour of his parties and the orgies on his yacht
   Oh he showed he must be happy with ev'rything he's got
  
   But I, I work in his factory
   And I curse the life I'm livin'
   And I curse my poverty
   And I wish that I could be
   Oh, I wish that I could be
   Oh, I wihs that I could be Richard Cory
  
   He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch
   And they were grateful for his patronage, and they thanked him very much
   So my mind has filled with wonder when the evening headlines read
   Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullett through his head
  
   But I, I work in his factory
   And I curse the life I'm livin'
   And I curse my poverty
   And I wish that I could be
   Oh, I wish that I could be
   Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory