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Charles Aznavour
Charles Aznavour
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Charles Aznavour
Charles Aznavour
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Bob Morrison
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Charles Aznavour
Charles Aznavour
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At 18, I grew restless for the city I'd see it's lights that beckoned from afar I packed my dreams, assured I'd be successful I'd sing my songs, I'd soon become a star I needed clothes to make the right impression I bought a suit, the finest tailor-made Had an act, then designed, with the ladies in mind Endure the debt I felt would be repaid I'd see my name emblazoned in neon The biggest, the best, above all the rest, wherever I'd play I dreamed I would be acknowledged the greatest The cream of the crop, I stood at the top, I was there to stay The loveliest girls would gather around me With photos to sign, they all would be mine for less than a smile My curtain would cue, resounding ovations Their deafening roar would ring out for more, I'd go off in style Then beneath my makeup, my features are ageing My voice is still there, my gesture's precise, my talent would glow At times I've held bitterness for nothing has happened I've struggled and strived, but never arrived, and I'm still unknown And yet I believe that my time is coming If given the breaks, I've got what it takes to go all the way Then under my feet the stage would be pulsing Finally I'd be there in the spotlights glare, it would be my day For 30 years it's been an endless circle I've made the rounds, they always look the same I sing my songs, but people seldom listen They never care, for they don't know my name To keep alive, I've played the third-rate bookings I have no choice, I take what I can find Sleazy clubs, little pay, easy girls, sleep all day But in my dreams, I leave it far behind I dreamed that I'll be relating the story Of how I prevailed when I should have failed, in my quest for fame I dreamed that I'll be enjoying my leisure Taking life in stride, ladies at my side, wild from the game On opening night, I'd calmly be reading The thousands of words from those who admire my standing alone The stage light would dim, the moment would quicken My heart in my throat, I'd hear the first note, I'd be on my own I tried to find a gimmick to lift me from darkness I've sung about love, I've cried on rhythm of songs, a stale joke or two If everything fails and I'm left here in the shadows The fault isn't mine, I asked for a chance, but nothing came through I have no one to thank, for no one has offered To give me a hand, or take any stand, that's out of their way But deep in my heart, I know that I have it And I'll get my due, life will start anew, it will be my day
Writer(s): Georges Garvarentz, Charles Aznavourian Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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