Gary, Indiana

A dirt-poor child who could move like a king
Everybody loved to just hear him sing
And now he's dead
Yeah, yeah, he's dead

See that star
We pull it down from the sky
Crush it under foot and still we don't know, we don't know
We don't know why it's dead
Oh, God, he's dead

I still remember

The call from a friend

I turned on the TV
And I wept
Wept
Wept
Wept

He's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead



Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Edward Lenman, Sean Genockey, Angus Macfarlane Cowan, Harry Peter Goodchild, Daniel James Kavanagh
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