Circa 1985?

There are a dozen reporters at my door,

And that seems like a small crowd today.

It's not as fun being famous anymore.

Mystery cannot be maintained,

While silence will be misconstrued.

They will tear up and analyze everything I say.

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Modern technology took away my secrets.

Computerized records reveal true dates.

All of my sins and all of my saints

Are now past of the public feast,

And I can do nothing to change my fate.

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No, Mr. Shakespeare, it is not as fun being famous anymore.

No one is going to confuse me with John Gardner.

No, Mr. Truman, it is not as fun being famous anymore.

No one is going to fight over what the "W." stands for.

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I can invent no little stories in efforts to romanticize.

Is that not a benefit of becoming publicized?

I cannot partake in small harmless pasts fantasized.

Is that not a benefit of being immortalized?

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No, Mr. James, it is not as fun being famous anymore.

No one is going to be unsure of my preference.

No, Ms. Earhart, it is not as fun being famous anymore.

There is nowhere in the world where I can disappear.