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as we were speaking of the devil, you walked right in, wearing hubris like a medal, you revel in, but it's me at whom you'll level, your javelin', wasn't that just our dear friend ron?, throwing your weight around the sun, happier now that you've become, what you hated, i'm surprised i even thought i, had half a chance, i was just one in a million, of also-rans, who was sure to be your victim, of circumstance, once you were just our dear friend ron, selling the soul you swore upon, spreading the word that you've become, what you hated, and if i don't understand. well, i guess it takes all kinds, i would like to keep this vision, of you intact, when we'd hang around and listen, to bacharach, and you loved the world you lived in, and it loved you back, once you were just our dear friend ron, now you look out for number one, who would've guessed that you'd become, what you hated, and i guess it takes all kinds

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Artist: aimee mann