I wanna be Tom Waits, the man who has the smallest part but commands the screen.
I wanna be Jean Gabin, totally careless with a song in my heart.
I wanna be Clint Eastwood, leaving on the last bus out, backed by brooding instrumentals.
I wanna be Bob Dylan, an alias...an ellipsis...a parenthesis.
I wanna be David Bowie, wrapped up in stardust, frequent and far between.
I wanna be Steve Van Zandt, a right-hand man.
I wanna be Johnny Cash, warm, loving, eternal.
I wanna be Elvis Presley, with tears as I face Amazing Grace.
I wanna be Frank Sinatra (From: Here, To: Eternity)
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