This morning I read in the paper,
that last night, i was received by the reaper;
it was my best friend that they spoke,
yet I have no recollection of these folks

In their broadcasts, a dime a dozen,
every detail of each choice they'd exam,
exposing to the entire globe,
my secret gardens and all the darkness they hold

Refrain : They speak of me without having known me,
judge based on just what they see,
nothing too sacred not to scrutinize,
vile honor life in the public's eyes
ohh, in the public's eyes

The day before, they'll be sure to build me up,
to make their effect when they say i'm washed up;
today i'm again full of talent and insight,
yet old hat and dull as last night

Those who resent or despise,
swear my with vicious lies,
whatever whim be striking,
my pain never pondering

Refrain : They speak of me without having known me,
judge based on just what they see,
nothing too sacred not to scrutinize,
vile honor life in the public's eyes
ohh, in the public's eyes

All done behind my back,
laughing at what they say i lack,
doubting any genious,
my achievement all now worthless

Fear of erasing the deception,
limits shows of affection,
i may appear a bit the recluse,
but it's just wariness of their abuse

All done behind my back,
laughing at what they say i lack,
doubting any genious,
my achievement all now worthless

Vile honor life in the public's eyes

Robert-gil BARLAT MARECHAL

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