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How long is this gonna take?

That's really up to you.

Right, then.

I know how this bit goes.

My name is
Elton Hercules John...

and I'm an alcoholic.

And a cocaine addict.

And a sex addict.

And a bulimic.

I'm also a shopaholic,
who has problems with weed...

prescription drugs...

and anger management.

Why are you here now?

Well, my dealer was out of town.

I thought this seemed like
a good alternative.

I'm here because
I want to get better.

What were you like
as a child, Elton?

As a child?

* I was justified
When I was five *

* Raising Cain
I'll spit in your eye *

* Times are changing
Now the poor get fat *

* But the fever's Gonna catch
you When the bitch gets back *

* Eat meat on a Friday *

* That's all right *
-* That's all right *

* Even like steak
On a Saturday night *

* Saturday night *

* I can bitch the best
At your social dos *

* Social dos *

* I get high in the evening
Sniffing pots of glue *

* I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch
Oh, the bitch is back! *

* Stone-cold sober
As a matter of fact *

* I can bitch, I can bitch
'Cause I'm better than you *

* It's the way that I move
The things that I do *

* Bitch, bitch *

* The bitch is back *

* Bitch, bitch *

* The bitch is back *

* Bitch, bitch *

* The bitch is back *

* Bitch, bitch *

* The bitch is back *

Reggie! You're late!

I've had to throw your dinner
in the bin! Get inside.

Is he back?

What am I? Thin air?

Wouldn't get your hopes up.

He's very unreliable
and very selfish.

But will you send him up
if I'm already in bed?

Reggie! Move!

Got to get this done
before I go out.

All right, all done.

Put it away before you go out.

Mum, I've got to go.

Where's my cardigan?

What?
Did I do something wrong?

Bloody hell, Sheila.

Maybe we should
get him some lessons.

Love to. Get him out
from under my feet.

Go on, play it again.

I want to play it for Dad.

Managed to drag yourself
home then.

Hello, Stanley.
-How are you, Ivy?

Like you care.

Come on.
You're letting in a draft.

How long you back?

I've got
a couple of weeks' leave.

Reggie's not long gone to bed.

Go on. Pop up, say hello.

I'll see him tomorrow.

Any dinner left?

Or have you fed it all
to that boy?

My dad was passionate about...

family and music.

He'd talk for hours about jazz.

He was always hugging me.

I was very lucky.

I was actually
a very happy child.

Dad, is it true
you play piano?

I'm saving to get lessons.

If you want to sit in here,
you'll have to be quiet.

I'm listening to my music.

I like this one, Dad.

Never, ever touch
my collection without asking.

When are you going to hug me?

Don't be soft.

What are you still doing up?

Learning.

Turn off the light.
Go to sleep.

Crumbs! That was energetic!

Play another one.

The "Moonlight Sonata", Reggie.

Mum? My piano teacher
thinks I'm good enough

for a scholarship
at the Royal Academy of Music.

The Royal Academy of Music?

It has a nice ring to it.

"Royal."

Scissors.

What do you think?
-The red one's good.

It's only on Saturdays.
-I've things to do on weekends.

Can't just drop everything.
-I'll take you.

Where are you off to?
-Don't know.

Haven't decided yet.

But whatever it is,
you're not invited.

Reggie's piano teacher thinks he's
good enough for a scholarship.

Really?

You think he's got
that kind of talent?

Of course, he has.
But you'd know that

if you took the slightest bit of
interest in me or this family.

Stop looking at that.
You're not a girl.

Can we go home?
-Home? No going home.

This is your life.

You have to get over
that silly shyness.

But Mum says I'll never...

Everybody's frightened
at the beginning.

You play at being confident.

Life gives you
very few chances, Reggie,

and this is one of yours.

You show 'em you can be
as good as they are.

Better. Number one.
You can do that, can't you?

Yeah, I suppose.
-Good. Go on then. Here.

Here's for a bag of chips
and your bus fare home.

Reginald Dwight?

Yes.
-Hi. How do you do?

Good, thank you.

Take your coat off.

Did you not bring
something to play?

Didn't know I had to.

I see. Well...

So, can you show me anything

so I can get a sense
of where you're up to?

Why have you stopped?

That's as far as you got.

You might have a good memory,
and a good ear,

but you've an awful lot
of work to do.

So, wrists and back straight.

Let's start
with the C-major scale,

both hands, two octaves.

Hands off the table, Reginald.
Stop making that noise.

What you looking at me for?

* I want love *

* But it's impossible *

* A man like him *

* So irresponsible *

* A man like him *

* Is dead in places *

* Other men feel liberated *

* I can't love *

* Shot full of holes *

* Don't feel nothing *

* I just feel cold *

* Don't feel nothing *

* Just old scars *

* Toughening up *

* Around my heart *

* I want love *

* On my own terms *

* After everything
I have learned *

* Me, I carry too much baggage *

* Oh, God, I've seen *

* So much traffic *

* But I want love *

* Just a different kind *

* I want love *
-* Won't break me down *

* Won't brick me
up Won't fence me in *

* I want a love
That'll mean something *

* That's the love I want *

* I want love *

Oh, yeah.

Boy... There's a boy there.

Reggie. What you doing?

Hello, son. I'm Fred.
I'm a friend of your mum's.

You tied me down
with that kid years ago,

and now I've finally
got a reason to leave

and be rid of you
and this bloody house!

He didn't even give me
a hug goodbye.

He's no good
at showing affection.

Never has been.

I wish I was someone else.
-Oh, don't be silly.

Well, how do you think I felt?

I was a kid.

Heartbroken.

People don't care though,
do they?

Anyway...

I'd discovered records.

And rock 'n' roll.

I know you like him.
He's quite a dish.

I would.
-Oh, Mum!

Thanks, Mum. It's fantastic.

You serious about wanting
to be a rock 'n' roller?

Yeah. Of course.

Better get you
the proper haircut, eh?

Can I get it cut like Elvis?
-Enjoy it while it lasts.

He's like my side
of the family.

He'll be bald as an egg
by the time he's 20.

Congratulations to Dave.
He's won four pork chops,

half a pound of prime mince
and a string of sausages.

Thank you all! Thank you!

Now, Sheila and Fred's boy

is gonna sing us
a couple of songs on the piano.

Reggie Dwight!

Come on, Reg!

Go on, boy.

Hello.

Bloody hell.
Have you got a fag?

Rubbish!

Reg, Reg,
play the one I like.

Excuse me.

You can't put that there.
-Why not?

It'll get knocked off.

* It's getting late
Have you seen my mates? *

* Ma, tell me
When the boys get here *

* It's seven o'clock
And I wanna rock *

* Wanna get a belly
Full of beer *

* My old man's drunker
Than a barrel full of monkeys *

* And my old lady
She don't care *

* My sister looks cute
In her braces and boots *

* A handful of grease
In her hair *

* Don't give us none
Of your aggravation *

* We've had it
With your discipline *

* 'Cause Saturday night's
Alright for fighting *

* Get a little action in *

* Get about as oiled
As a diesel train *

* Gonna set this dance alight *

* 'Cause Saturday night's
The night I like *

* Saturday night's alright
Alright, alright! *

* Ooh *

Hey!

* Well, they're packed
Pretty tight in here tonight *

* I'm looking for a dolly
Who'll see me right *

* I may use a little muscle
To get what I need *

* I may sink a little drink And
shout out "She's with me!" *

* A couple of the sounds
That I really like *

* Are the sounds of A
switchblade And a motorbike *

* I'm a juvenile product
Of the working class *

* Whose best friend floats
At the bottom of a glass *

* Saturday *

* Saturday
Saturday *

* Saturday *

* Saturday
Saturday *

* Saturday *

* Saturday night's alright *

* Saturday *

* Saturday
Saturday *

* Saturday *

* Saturday
Saturday *

* Saturday *

* Saturday night's alright *

Fight!

* Don't give us none
Of your aggravation *

* We've had it
With your discipline *

* 'Cause Saturday night's
Alright for fighting *

* Get a little action in *

* Get about as oiled
As a diesel train *

* Gonna set this dance alight *

* 'Cause Saturday night's
The night I like *

* Saturday night's alright
Alright, alright! *

* Ooh *

* Saturday *

* Saturday
Saturday *

* Saturday *

* Saturday
Saturday *

* Saturday *

* Saturday night's alright *

Here you go, Dave.

They won't bite.
Have a word.

Good show tonight, boys.

You look like you know
how to enjoy yourselves.

How'd you like to make
two quid a week?

Each.

Go on.

I'm a soul promoter.

And I've got two new American
acts doing a tour of England,

and they all need backup.

I'll need to know
by tomorrow, lunchtime.

* Like a madman
I'm walking the morning *

* Headin' for the walls
Of heartache *

* Working every day *
-* Bringing home the pay *

* Of heartbreak *

* You are gone
And the walls get higher *

* They are built
On the tears I'm crying *

* Oh, I've got
To bring it back *

* I'm workin' Till the
day I'm dyin' Oh, yeah *

* Breaking down the walls Of heartbreak *
-* Take it down, take it down *

* Breaking down
The walls of heartache *

* Rip at 'em
Rip and tear them down *

So how does a fat boy
from Pinner...

with glasses,
called Reggie Dwight...

get to be a soul man, then, eh?

Write some songs.

* And your face
Is there before me *

* Writing words of no tomorrow *

* Your letter of goodbye Is
written on the walls Of sorrow *

I'm a skinny black kid...

from Detroit...

whose real name
is Rodney Jones.

And I played roadside joints
for ten years...

before I realized
what I had to do.

What, change your name?

It's not just your name.

You gotta kill the person
you were born to be

in order to become
the person you wanna be.

* I got to tear down
All the loneliness and tears *

* And build you up
A house of love *

* Breaking down The walls of heartache *

* Watch me, baby *

* Breaking down
The walls of heartache *

* Breaking down the walls Of heartache *

* Brick by brick
I tear it down *

Have a good show.

* Breaking down the walls
Of heartache *

It's on me hands.

Watch that, mate.

Elton?
-Yeah?

I'm thinking
of changing my name.

Yeah, great.

I'm thinking of changing it
to Elton Dean.

But that's my name.

Yeah, I know.
What do you think?

I think, fuck off!

Right.

* And thank you
For all of your loving *

* Thank you
For all of your tears *

* Thank you for all
Of your kindness *

Piano players I've got.
Ten a penny, mate.

I sing, too.

What sort of stuff?

Well, anything.

Rock, soul,
country and western.

Bloody hell, I'm gonna shoot
the next piano player

who sings "Streets of Laredo."

Uh, well,
I write stuff, too.

That was good.
I mean, it could do with some words.

Yeah. That's the part
I struggle with.

What's it called?

Oh, no,
I just made that up.

Just now?

What did you say
your name was again?

Elton.

Elton?
-Mmm.

Elton what?

John.

Elton John.

What are you doing
in my office?

Just taking a meeting.

I'll make you a cup of tea then,
shall I...

boss?

All right,
Elton John the piano player.

Thank you so much
for coming in.

Leave your details on your way...
-Please, Mr. Williams.

Give me a chance.

Um... all right.

See if there's anything interesting
in this one and set it to music.

Okay.
Well, I'll see you soon.

Thank you for coming in.
Will I hear from you, or...

We'll be in touch.
We'll be in touch. Thank you.

Okay. Thanks so much
for your time.

No worries. Come on.

One frothy coffee, no froth.

Thanks.
-We close in an hour.

Bernie Taupin?
-Yeah. You must be Elton?

Yeah.
-Hi.

Well, that's my stage name.

You can tell me your real name when
we get to know each other better.

Right.

Uh...
-Um...

I was thinking... Sorry.
-Have you ever... Sorry.

No, no, please.
After you.

I like your lyrics.
-Thank you.

Yeah, I got the tape
you sent. It's great.

Really good.
-Thanks.

Hang on. Don't bother with that one.
That wasn't supposed to be in there.

That's sent by mistake.
-No, no, that's really good.

I wrote a tune to it.

Yeah, I...
-"Border Song"?

Yeah. I read it and I could
hear the whole tune in my head.

It was all there, I could see all the
notes, and I just had to get it out.

It was like my fingers couldn't work
fast enough to keep up with my brain.

Do you ever get anything
like that?

Uh... not really, no.

But I can write more
for you, though, Elton.

I'll just send them down to you.
-Great. That'll be good.

Great.

My real name's Reg Dwight.

Cool. Yeah, that sounds
like a cowboy name.

Yeah, all I ever...

All I ever wanted to be
was a cowboy, you see.

Do you like
country and western music?

Yeah.
-It's good, isn't it?

Have you heard "Streets of
Laredo" by Marty Robbins?

Mmm.

That's good.

* As I walked out
In the streets of Laredo *

* As I walked out
In Laredo one day *

* I spied a poor cowboy... *

* Wrapped in white linen *

* Wrapped in white linen
As cold as the clay *

It's a good song.
-It is good.

* I can see by your outfit *

* That you are a cowboy *

* These words he did say
As I boldly walked by *

* Come sit down beside me
And hear my sad story *

* Got shot in the breast
And I know I must die *

Good.
-Yeah.

Good song.
-Yeah, good song.

Well, anyway,
all of these are great.

* Holy Moses
I have been removed *

* I have seen the spectre *

* He has been here too *

* Distant cousin
From down the line *

* Brand of people
Who ain't my kind *

* Holy Moses
I have been removed *

* Holy Moses *

* Let us live in peace *

* Let us strive to find a way *

* To make all hatred cease *

* There's a man over there *

* What's his color?
I don't care *

* He's my brother *

* Let us live in peace *

* He's my brother *

* Let us live in peace, oh *

* He's my brother *

* Let us live
Let us live in peace *

Am I supposed to be impressed?
-It's catchy, Dick.

These guys are special.
I've got an instinct for these things.

All right, don't break your
neck sucking your own cock.

Maybe we could put these two
into a little beat combo.

He's the good-looking one.
We'll make him the singer.

Oh, no, hold on. I'm tone-deaf.
Elton is... He sings the songs.

Yeah, I could just take those
songs and leave, if you like.

Whoa, all right, no offense.
Don't get your knickers in a twist.

They are writing
a lot of great tunes, Dick.

There is one
that's perfect for Lulu.

Easy, tiger.

You... You flatmates?

No, we live with our mums.

So I do the writing,

I send it down to him,
and then he adds the music.

Who ever heard of songwriters
not living together?

Yes, Lennon and McCartney
are inseparable.

How many songs you got?
-Um, hundreds.

Play another one.

All right.

* Daniel is traveling tonight
On a plane *

Depressing. Another one.

* And I guess that's why
They call it the blues *

What the fuck's that about?

* Down on my... *

* Guess there are
Times like these *

* When we all need
To share a little... *

What, are you taking the piss?

Sounds like 99% of 'em are shit!

It's the one percent
I'm interested in.

Ray says you're an investment.

But Ray knows fuck all.

You're a couple of pricks
as far as I can tell.

So quit that
backing-band nonsense,

find a place to work together,
and write me tunes

that gray-haired old tramps'll
whistle in the street.

You never know.

One day, you might have
enough for an album.

Do that, and I'll put you
on ten quid a week.

* If anyone should see me
Makin' it down the highway *

* Breakin' all the laws
Of the land *

* Don't you try to stop me *

My wonderful new lodgers!

They're struggling rock stars.
-Hello. I'm Bernie.

Who ever heard of a rock star
with the name Bernie?

Lovely.

So what are your plans
now... Elton?

Not too sure.

Written a lot of songs,
haven't we? Enough for an album.

And Elton's got
himself a girlfriend now.

Arabella,
our new landlady. Yep.

So what about rock 'n' roll?

What about hot chicks
and cocaine orgies?

What about fame and fortune?

What about the fact
that you're a fag?

A what?

Your little friend
is a homosexual.

No, I've got a girlfriend.

When's that ever stopped anybody?

Are you?

Don't know.

Would it matter
if I was, Bernie?

No, not to me.

Might matter to Arabella,
though.

Yeah, mate, I'd agree on that.
-Have you met her?

Fuck.

* That's my rock-and-roll
Madonna *

Sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Bernie...
-Okay. Sorry.

Shh! You, shh!

You, shh!
-Bins everywhere.

No, no, Bernie.
-What?

What is it now?

What am I gonna do?

You're going to tell her.

It'll break her heart.

Not sure she has one.

Would you please keep the noise down?

You'll wake up the whole bloody street!

Come on.
-Yeah.

There's so much that we gotta do.
There's worlds to conquer.

I mean, America.
Wide open spaces.

Tower Records.

Listen, the songs are great.

And people keep asking. They're, like,
"Who's that singing on the demos?" And I...

You are a shit-hot piano player,

you have an amazing voice,
and I'm telling you,

there is something
special that happens...

when you sing our songs.

You heard what Dick said.
He said my hands are like midget boxers.

Who cares what Dick thinks.

I just don't know if I'm...

what they're looking for.

It's time for you
to be out front.

I love you, man.

I do, but...

not in that way.

Yeah.

Elton, time for bed.

We became inseparable
after that.

The brother I never had.

Do you know, in 20 years,

we have never had
a single argument. Not once.

Anyway, I took his advice,
told Arabella.

She took it very well,
actually.

You bastard!

She's killed my piano.

You treacherous beast!

Your music's as shitty
as you are!

Hi, Mum.

I knew you'd be back.

You'll have to pay rent.
I'm not made of money.

Morning.
-Good morning.

Get dressed, Reggie!
-Elton.

I'm not having you
moping around here all day.

We're songwriting.

Oh, yeah?
Looks like it's going well.

Right. I will not
have a mess in this house.

It's nice and tidy,
and that's how I want it to stay.

I'll not have
a doss house around here.

I can't do everything.
I can't cook and clean and wash.

Rely upon me to do everything.
It's not fair.

There's egg on this.

I'd better go
take a shave, I think.

Thanks for breakfast.

* Feeling... In G *

* It's a little bit funny *

* This feeling inside *

* I'm not one of those who can *

* Easily hide *

* I don't have much money, but *

* Boy, if I did *

* I'd buy a big house where *

* We both could live *

* If I was a sculptor *

* But then again, no *

* Or a man
Who makes potions in a *

* Traveling show *

* I know it's not much *

* But it's the best I can do *

* My gift is my song, and *

* This one's for you *

* So excuse me forgetting *

* But these things I do *

* You see, I've forgotten *

* If they're green
Or they're blue *

* Anyway, the thing is *

* What I really mean *

* Yours are the sweetest eyes *

* I've ever seen *

* And you can tell everybody *

* This is your song *

* It may be quite simple, but *

* Now that it's done *

* I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind *

* That I put down in words *

* How wonderful life is *

* While you're in the world *

* I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind *

* That I put down in words *

* How wonderful life is *

* While you're in the world *

How was that?

I love it. Best thing I've
heard since "Let It Be."

Trans-fucking-Atlantic!

Always knew
you boys could do it.

First thing I'm gonna do is
put you on a three-album deal.

Three?
-A year.

And I got you a couple of
nights at the Troubadour.

Doug Weston's an old friend.
-Hang on. The Troubadour?

It's this really cool folk club in LA.
-Yeah, we know what it is, Ray.

Hang on. Now, let's not be
hasty, because the thing is,

I haven't even got
a backing band yet.

No, I've sorted the backup
band, don't worry.

Dick, I don't wanna
appear ungrateful,

but you can't just spring
the Troubadour on me.

Look, it's time to do
something bold, Elton.

Granted, America's
a bit of a gamble,

and you fuck up
and I'll kill ya.

But Ray'll go, too.
He'll keep an eye on you.

Buy yourself some new clothes.
Get something flashy.

Let 'em know who you are.

Put on a great fucking show,

and just don't
kill yourself with drugs.

Yeah?

Yeah, all right.

I'm gonna have a massage.

Mary?

* Lately I've been thinkin' *

I know.

Tower Records, Tower Records,
Tower Records.

* Amoreena's in the cornfield *

* Brightenin' the daybreak *

* Livin' like a lusty flower *

* Runnin' through
The grass for hours *

* Rollin' through the hay, oh *

* And when it rains
The rain falls down *

* Washin' out the cattle town *

Friends of Dick!

Good to see you, Doug.

Ray.

How are you?
So good to see you, man.

What'd you bring me?

Hey, Doug. Bernie.
Nice to meet you.

Hi, Bernie.
-Good morning.

Hi. I'm Elton.
-Oh.

Sweet. How are you?

Monday night at the Troubadour, man.

It's gonna blow your mind.

Be totally packed.
You're gonna love it.

It's a bit different
from what I expected.

Yeah?

Yeah, it's just a bit smaller.

Well, size is
everything, my friend.

Neil Young
played here last week

and there were people lined
around the block.

Man, it was just...
It was the best night ever.

That's a cool hat.
-Yeah?

You like it?
-I do like it, yeah.

I won that hat, in a bet.
-Oh.

With Bob Dylan.
-Really?

Yeah.
-That's cool.

Elton. This is the band.

I'm just gonna check
they know what they're doing.

So, you want something to drink?
Get these guys whatever they want.

They just flew in from England

and, boy, their arms are tired.

Whoa, dude,
what the hell are you wearing?

My stage gear.

Where's Reggie? Where's Reggie?
Reggie, Reggie, Reggie.

Neil Diamond is at the bar.
He's talking to Leon Russell

and half the fucking
Beach Boys. Huh?

Jesus, shit, Bernie!

Reggie?

Elton. I think you're overreacting.
-No.

Bernie, you are under-reacting.

They are the geniuses
of American music.

I can't go out there
in front of that lot!

Okay, okay. Then we'll tell Doug
to refund everyone's ticket,

and we'll send everybody home.
-Where is he?

Hey, Ray.
-You've signed a contract!

Dick's paid
your fucking airfare!

Now get out there and play,
you little twat.

Well, come on then.

And now,
ladies and gentlemen,

a rising star in rock and roll.

Please welcome, all the way
from London, England,

Elton John.

* I remember *

* When rock was young *

* Me and Suzie had *

* So much fun *

* Holding hands *

* And skimming stones *

* Had an old gold Chevy
And a place of my own *

* But the biggest kick
I ever got *

* Was doing a thing
Called the Crocodile Rock *

* While the other kids
Were rocking round the clock *

* We were hopping and bopping
To the Crocodile Rock *

* Well, Crocodile Rocking
Is something shocking *

* When your feet
Just can't keep still *

* I never knew me a better time
And I guess I never will *

* Oh, Lawdy Mama, Those Friday nights *

* When Suzie wore
Her dresses tight *

* And the Crocodile Rocking
Was out of sight *

* La, la-la-la-la-la *

* La-la-la-la-la *

* La-la-la-la-la *

* La, la-la-la-la-la *

* La-la-la-la-la *

* La-la-la-la-la *

* La, la-la-la-la-la *

* La, la-la-la-la-la *

* La-la-la-la-la *

* La-la-la-la-la *

One, two, three, four!

* La, la-la-la-la-la *

* La-la-la-la-la *

* La, la-la-la-la-la *

* La-la-la-la-la *

It was so good! You were brilliant.
-Thanks.

This is... This is Heather.
-Hi.

Hello.
-You were amazing!

Thank you.

All right.
Enough of this bullshit.

Who wants to go
to a party at Mama Cass's?

I'm so drunk, and Doug's
just lent me his car.

How cool is this, man?
-Yeah, great.

Apparently Dylan's
here somewhere.

Uh...

I'm gonna go to the teepee
with Heather.

Really? All right.
-Yeah.

Okay.

You'll be all right, won't you?
-Yeah, of course.

Yeah, yeah.

So we still gonna go to
Tower Records tomorrow, then?

Uh, well, she's talking about going to
some place called Paradise Cove tomorrow.

But we'll go
another time, though.

Yeah, of course.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on.

America, man.

Wide open spaces.

Beautiful girls.

It's a dream come true.

Cheers.

Let's stay here forever.

* Blue jean baby *

* LA lady *

* Seamstress for the band *

* Pretty eyed *

* A pirate smile *

* You'll marry a music man *

* Ballerina *

* You must have seen her *

* Dancing in the sand *

* And now she's in me *

* Always with me *

* Tiny dancer in my hand *

* But, oh
How it feels so real *

* Lying here with no one near *

* And only you *

* And you can hear me *

* When I say softly *

* Slowly *

* Hold me closer, tiny dancer *

* Count the headlights
On the highway *

* Lay me down
In sheets of linen *

* You've had a busy day today *

* Hold me closer, tiny dancer *

* Count the headlights
On the highway *

* Lay me down
In sheets of linen *

* You've had a busy day today *

Dom Perignon. '63.
It's a good vintage.

Oh, no, thanks.

It's always important to rely
on the kindness of strangers.

John Reid.

Elton.

I know it all seems
a bit overwhelming at first,

but something makes me think
you'll get used to it.

In fact, I predict you could be the
best-selling artist in America if you desire.

So you like the song then?

Not quite as much
as the singer.

You don't realize what happened
at the Troubadour tonight, do you?

Look, I'm in music management,
and let me tell you,

there are moments in a rock
star's life that define who he is

and how people perceive him
as he ascends into the heavens.

You lit the blue touch paper.

Now we can all see you
shooting light and color and...

magic into the night sky.

Where there was darkness,
there is now you.

Elton John.

You can do anything you want.

You can be anyone you want.

And it's gonna be a wild ride.

* If you feel that it's real
I'm on trial *

* And I'm here in your prison *

* Like a coin in your mint *

* I am dented And I'm
spent With high treason *

* Through a glass eye
Your throne *

* Is the one danger zone *

* Take me to the pilot
For control *

* Take me to the pilot
Of your soul *

* Take me to the pilot
Lead me through the chamber *

* Take me to the pilot
I am but a stranger *

* Take me to the pilot
Lead me through the chamber *

* Take me to the pilot
I am but a stranger *

* Na-na-na, na-na-na *

* Na-na-na, na-na na-na-na *

* Na-na-na, na-na-na *

* Na-na-na, na-na na-na-na *

Our review from the LA Times
has been syndicated.

Okay.
-Things are going crazy. I've extended our stay.

We're in San Francisco
tomorrow for three nights.

Ray, slow down.
-After that we fly to NYC,

then we're back here for
two more shows, and then...

Dick wants us back in London
to start the new album.

Doug.
-"Rejoice.

Rock music has a new star.

He's Englishman Elton John,
a 23-year-old,

whose debut at the Troubadour
was, in every way, magnificent."

Whoo!

It's happening, guys.

Just remember,
when you get back...

four shows you owe me.

You said...
-Four.

Did... You said four shows?

Yes.
-That's not gonna work!

So...

will I see you
when I get back?

Now, don't worry about me.
Go and enjoy your moment.

That's what's important.
-Come to London with me.

I can't, but, uh...

But next time I'm there,
I'll look you up. Promise.

Hey, I've opened
the fucking house.

Don't be a bummer.

I'm gonna watch out front.

Ah! I love 'em.

These are extremely stylish
boots of my own design.

Can you even play
the piano in those?

It's never gonna last.
-Well...

Let's just enjoy it
while we can.

* That old tough-man routine
Up her sleeves *

* Livin' and a-lovin'
Kissin' and a-huggin' *

* Livin' and a-lovin'
With a cat named Hercules *

* A cat named Hercules *

* Don't go breaking my heart *

* You take the weight
Off of me *

* But, honey,
When you knock on my door *

* Ooh, I gave you my key *

* Ooh, nobody knows it *

* Nobody knows *
-Afternoon.

John.

* When I was down *
-* I was your clown *

* Ooh *

Okay...

Guys,
we're gonna stop there.

You all right, darling?
-Yeah, I'm fine.

Kiki, would you mind
giving me five minutes?

I'm gonna go in.
-He's actually quite busy.

Thanks.

Nice job.
-Nice suit.

Hello.

What are you doing here?
-Business.

And I promised if I was ever in
town, I'd look you up.

How long you staying?

Well, I'm not sure.
That depends.

Don't make me beg.

I've been hearing
your songs everywhere.

Makes it very hard
to stop thinking about you.

Really?

Elton, what's going on?

Are we going again
or shall we go for a pint?

Yeah, no, yeah,
you should go for a pint.

What do you want, Elton?

Dinner with you.

You're so humble,
it's embarrassing.

A millionaire rock star who
lives at home with his mum.

Things are serious now.

Be brave. Think big.

What do you really want?

* When I look back *

* Boy, I must have been green *

* Bopping in the country *

* Fishing in a stream *

* Looking for an answer *

* Trying to find a sign *

* Until I saw your city lights *

* Honey, I was blind *

* They said get back
Honky cat! *

* Better get back to the woods *

* Well, I quit those days *

* And my redneck ways, and I *

* Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh *

* Oh, the change
Is gonna do me good! *

* You better get back
Honky cat! *

* Living in the city
Ain't where it's at *

* It's like trying
To find gold in a... *

* A silver mine *

* It's like trying
To drink whiskey *

* Oh, from a bottle of wine! *

* Well, I read some books *

* And I read some magazines *

* About those
High-class ladies *

* Down in New Orleans *

* And all the fools
Back home, well *

* They said I was a fool *

* Oh, believe in the Lord
Is the golden rule *

* They said
Get back, honky cat! *

* Better get back to the woods *

* Well, I quit those days *

* And my redneck ways, and I *

* Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh *

* Oh, the change Is gonna do me good! *

No one's
getting phased out, Dick.

Elton feels things will run more
smoothly if he has personal management.

There's never been a problem before.
-And there isn't one now.

Look, there's loads of work and
commitments, tours, etcetera.

That's what I'll be doing,
personal management.

Taking care of things.
-Is that right?

You realize I've got
a contract with Elton.

I've had that looked into,

and my client
is quite entitled

to take on
outside representation.

That's what you think.

You fucking poofter.

And you. You're happy
with this arrangement, are ya?

Right?

After all these years?

It's nothing personal, Dick.

Come on, Ray.

Best of luck to you, Elton.

Your very expensive painting
is upside down.

After you, Mr. James.
-Thank you, Raymond.

Well...

that was absolutely horrible.

Don't worry, it's business.
Dick's a big boy, he'll be fine.

Mr. Reid, Lord Grade's office have called
about the Royal Variety Performance.

Apparently,
the Queen Mother is a big fan.

Couldn't we have kept on Ray?
He's such a lovely guy.

"Lovely guy" is not a job.

This is a crucial time,
Elton.

You and I are gonna
have to be more careful,

'cause the papers
have been sniffing around.

We can't give them
anything to speculate on.

I'm thinking of getting
someone in as your girlfriend.

Doesn't that seem a bit excessive?
-No, no, no, no, no.

This is your career
and our business at stake.

If our sleeping
arrangements get out...

all of this is gone.
-Right.

And you're gonna have
to talk to your parents.

Make sure they know
what to say.

Those are the first doors
reporters knock on.

Hello, Reg.
-Hello, Dad.

Well, come on in.

Well, those are
very fancy shoes.

Oh. Yeah.

I brought you something.

Why are you here, Reg?

The boys.

Dad, there's
a Rolls-Royce outside.

Stephen, Geoff...

this is your brother, Reggie.

Half brother.

Not actually called
Reggie anymore.

Hmm.

I thought maybe
once I'm back from touring,

you and I could
get together, if you like.

I could get you some tickets
to my next concert.

Not really my thing.

Is it true
you're worth 25 million pound?

Do you know,
I don't actually know.

They're really
proud of you. Mmm.

Yeah, we've even got
some of your records.

Why don't you go and get the album?
Grab us a pen.

You probably get asked this all the
time, but would you...

Would you mind signing this?

Yeah, of course.

Oh, no. Would you
make it out to Arthur?

He's one of the blokes
from work.

Yeah, he's a big fan.

Is he?
-Mm-hmm.

Perfect.

Right.

Well, looks like things worked out
really well second time around, Dad.

I suppose they have.
-Mmm.

'Cause, you know,
not everybody gets a second chance.

The boys loved
meeting a real-life pop star.

Sure. Thanks, Dad.

Bye.

When I grow up, Dad...
-Get inside.

What are you doing
without your shoes on?

You're gonna be a draftsman.

Back inside.

What have you got to do to get
a fucking drink around here, eh?

Will you stop sulking?

It has to be done
whether you like it or not.

Are you gonna be scared of her
your whole life?

Right, stop the car.

Elton...
-I said, stop the car!

You're onstage in 15 minutes.

You're the big-shot manager.
You make my excuses.

Tell them I'm indisposed,
breaking my mother's heart!

Elton. Elton!

Drive 'round, Denis.

Liberace!

Pinner nine, seven,
double-five.

Mum, it's me.
-I know who you are.

Well, I've got something
to tell you.

Reggie, we're gonna miss
the bit of the show with you on.

Look, shut up, Mum!

I'm not on telly yet, am I?
I'm talking to you.

I...

Me and John, we...

Well, the thing is...

I'm... a homosexual.

A poofter.

A fairy.

A queen.

Well, say something.

Oh, for God's sake,
I know that.

Known for years.

You don't mind?
-Frankly, I don't care.

But I'd rather you keep
that sort of thing to yourself.

I just hope you realize
you're choosing a life

of being alone forever.

You'll never be loved properly.

Right. Got to go.

She said I'll never be loved.

Don't ever put me
in this position again.

You're onstage in 10 minutes,

so get over yourself
and do the show.

We're running a business here,
you fucking idiot.

Don't ever put your hands on me.

Real love's hard to come by.

So you find a way
to cope without it.

You okay?
-Yeah.

Got the number-one album
in America. Again.

I'm about to embark on the
highest-grossing tour in rock history.

I'm personally responsible
for five percent

of all record sales
on the entire planet,

and I have the biggest
headdress known to man.

So, yeah,
I think I'm okay, Bernie.

It used to just be
the two of us.

Now there's busloads of people
just to do the music.

Hang on, hang on,
don't you wanna just

go out there and sing without
this ridiculous paraphernalia?

You know,
just be yourself, Reg?

Why the fuck
would I want that, Bernie?

You wouldn't say this shit to me
if you were a real friend.

People don't pay
to see Reginald Dwight.

They pay to see Elton John!

Don't ever tell me
how to do my fucking job!

Break a leg.

You don't have
to put up with this, Reg.

Write the fucking lyrics,
Bernie!

Let me deal with the rest.

I'm sorry.
-I know.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Please welcome Elton John!

* Ever since I was a young boy
I played the silver ball *

* From Soho down to Brighton
I must've played them all *

* But I ain't seen Nothing like
him In any amusement hall *

* That deaf, dumb And blind
kid Sure plays a mean pinball *

* He stands like a statue
Becomes part of the machine *

* Feeling all the bumpers
Always playing clean *

* He plays by intuition
The digit counters fall *

* That deaf, dumb And blind
kid Sure plays a mean pinball *

* He's a pinball wizard
He scores a trillion more *

* A pinball wizard
The world's new pinball lord *

* He's scoring more *

Where am I?
-At your house in LA, Mr. John.

Right.

I'll put some coffee on.

Darling, I've been thinking,
maybe we should quit the booze

for a couple of days,
take some quality time together...

Afternoon.

Mr. Reid.

What are you doing, John?
-Just a bit of rock 'n' roll.

Rock 'n' roll is not shagging your
secretary in front of the pool boys!

Rock 'n' roll is getting you
out of your bed in the morning.

Arranging 250 gigs
in 26 different countries.

Rock 'n' roll's actually
112 employment contracts,

insurance, copyright indemnity,

renegotiating your
previously insane contracts

and wiping your arse.

You know, all you do, Elton,
is play the piano.

But for me, rock 'n' roll is an 87
million-dollar-a-year industry.

Maybe I just play the piano,
but you know what else I do?

Hmm? I pay, John.

For everything.

Including this house,
which I'd like you to leave now.

You may still be my manager,
but you and me are finished.

You're so predictable.
-No, not predictable.

I want to be by myself,

not with some asshole
who doesn't give a shit about me

and takes the piss
day after day!

Get out!
-Yoo-hoo!

Elton.

What are they doing here?

You told me to hire a jet

and fly them over
for the gig.

No, no, next week, John.
-It is next week.

I'm gonna go
and fetch them a drink.

Darling, why don't you
clean yourself up,

because you fucking stink.

Sheila! It's been too long.

Beautiful woman.
-Hello, look at this, you lovely lot.

Here we are.
-Hi, Nan.

I can't believe I'm actually in America.
-I know.

Hi, Dad.
-How you doing? Good to see you.

Elton.
-Hello, Mum.

Elton, darling,
you remember the Andersons

from next door, don't you?
-Yes, the Andersons.

How could we forget
the Andersons?

Hello.
-Hello.

And what a shy little boy
you were.

Look at you now.

Elton, you must
give them a tour.

Yes, right now, go on.
-Yeah, okay.

Everyone,
Elton is giving a tour.

Mum, you're on my gown.
-Don't be rude.

Here we go.
Come here, come here. Excited?

Car.
-Yeah.

Bernie, how's it going, man?
-Hey, man. How's it going?

No idea who he is.
Of course.

Here he is!

Ladies, Elton.

Hey.
-Hey.

What are you
doing on your own up here?

Miserable bastard.

You're missing
all the fun downstairs.

Well, as long as all the fun
isn't missing me,

then who gives a shit, Bernie?

We should get a drink.

No, we should. Let's go get a drink.
-Come on, it's fine.

No, we absolutely should.
No, I'm telling you...

Yeah, go and get
a little drink.

You look amazing.

Fucking prick.

For my next trick,

I'm gonna fucking
kill myself.

* She packed my bags
Last night pre-flight *

* Zero hour, 9:00 a. m. *

* And you're gonna be high *

* As a kite by then *

* I'll miss the earth so much *

* I'll miss my life *

* It's lonely out in space *

* On such a timeless flight *

You self-indulgent prick.

Baby!

* And all this science
I don't understand *

* It's just my job
Five days a week *

* A rocket man *

* A rocket man *

* And I think it's gonna be
A long, long time *

* Till touchdown brings
Me 'round again to find *

* I'm not the man
They think I am at home *

* Oh, no, no, no *

* I'm a rocket man *

* Rocket man burning out
His fuse up here alone *

* And I think it's gonna be
A long, long time *

* Till touchdown brings
Me 'round again to find *

* I'm not the man
They think I am at home *

* Oh, no, no, no *

* I'm a rocket man *

* Rocket man burning out
His fuse up here alone *

* And I think it's gonna be
A long, long time *

* And I think it's gonna be
A long, long time *

* And I think it's gonna be
A long, long time *

* And I think it's gonna be
A long, long time *

* And I think it's gonna be
A long, long time *

Elton.

Elton.
-Yes, sorry. You were saying?

I was saying
that I think I need a break.

You need to take a break?

I think that I just need
to go and sort myself out a bit.

What?

I'm going home... for a while.

Well, that's nice for you.

Why can't we just, you know,
both of us just disappear together?

My ranch.

We'll go to my ranch,
we'll hide away.

We can write like we did.

Like we used to.

We should go home, Elton.

Reconnect.

No, you should go.

There are other writers
I'd like to work with anyway.

Do me good.
Collaborate with other people.

I think
it's a really good idea.

My loyal subjects.

Hello, hello, Australia. G'day.

Shit, or New York?

Swindon.
Or wherever the hell we are.

Well, if you don't like it, go home.

It's what everyone else
seems to be doing at the moment.

Anyway, here's one
for all the sober people.

* Hey, kids
Shake it loose together *

* The spotlight's
Hitting something *

* That's been known
To change the weather *

* We'll kill
The fatted calf tonight *

* So stick around *

* You're gonna hear
Electric music *

* Solid walls of sound *

* Say, Candy and Ronnie
Have you seen them yet? *

* Ooh, but they're
So spaced out *

* She's got electric boots
A mohair suit *

* You know, I read it
In a magazine *

* Oh, oh *

* B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets *

* Bennie, Bennie *

* Bennie *
-* Bennie *

* Bennie, Bennie *
-* Bennie, Bennie *

* Bennie, Bennie
Bennie, Bennie *

* Bennie and the Jets *

* Bennie *

I just hope you
realize you're choosing a life

of being alone forever.

You'll never be loved properly.

When are you going to hug me?

Don't be soft.

Life gives you
very few chances, Reggie,

and this is one of yours
-Who are you?

You can do
anything you want.

You can be anyone you want.
What do you really want?

And what
a shy little boy you were.

Look at you now.

What do you really want?

I'm going home... for a while.

What do you want? I'm busy.

Why don't you get back in
the studio you're paying for?

Why don't you sell my fucking records?
What's this? Hmm?

Number 11 in Italy.

The song doesn't work,
that's the problem.

The record's
coked-out MOR shit.

No, the problem...

is you have
never understood me...

and what I have to go through.

And you know what?
I should've sacked you when you left me.

I am glad I left you.
It means I can maintain some objectivity

in your self-indulgent,
myopic little world.

Get in the studio
and make some music or don't.

I don't care.

Well, you will
when your money runs out.

Do your worst.
In fact, take me to court.

You signed contracts
with me years ago.

So I'll still be collecting my 20%
long after you've killed yourself.

Get out of my fucking house!

Fuck off!

* Did you take me for a ride? *

* A victim of love
A victim of love *

* Then I hope You're satisfied *
-It's fantastic.

* Victim of love... *

Would you like to hear it again?
-Not really, no.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Not got anything stronger?

You should be very proud.

I've watched you play many times,
and your music is always so...

personal and honest...

and open.

It must be lonely sometimes.

* I can't light *

* No more of your darkness *

* All my pictures *

* Seem to fade
To black and white *

* I'm growing tired *

* And time stands still
Before me *

* Frozen here *

* On the ladder of my life *

* Too late *

* To save yourself
From falling *

* Take a chance *

* Change your way of life *

* But you misread *
-* But you misread *

* My meaning when I met you *
-* My meaning when I met you *

* Closed the door *
-* Closed the door *

* And left me *
-* And left me *

* Blinded by the light *
-* Blinded by the light *

* Don't let
the sun Go down on me *

* Although I search myself *

* It's always someone else
I see *

* I'd just allow a fragment
Of your life *

* To wander free *

* But losing everything *

* Is like the sun
Going down on me *

Morning.
-Morning.

I'm sorry.

I know.

Renate didn't deserve that.

She's a good person.

I dragged her
into all my madness.

Did being married
make you happy?

Not really. I'm gay.

I think...
-Hello, Mum.

Sir, would you like me to...
-Maybe a bit later, thank you.

Hi, Dad.
-Hello, son.

You all right?
-Yeah. Good.

Just talking about poor Renate.

Such a lovely woman.

Divorce can be so painful.

Yeah.
-Anyway, celebration is in order.

We found a lovely villa
by the sea.

It'd be good if you would
talk to John today,

get the money arranged.
Can't risk losing this one.

Yeah, in Minorca.

It is a lovely place.
You should see it.

Minorca, eh?
-Mmm.

What do you want
to go there for?

Because you're driving me away.
-Mmm.

Every time
we open a paper,

there's something about you and
the booze or the drugs, and...

you're breaking
your poor mum's heart.

Tell you what,
I'll write you a check. Hmm?

So she can go buy a new one.

Typical that you'd say
something like that about me,

when I've given up
so much for you.

What have you given up for me?

Your father... for a start.

You really are
a heartless monster.

You know, I don't live my life
in black and white.

And I do not want your fucked-up,
frigid ideas about anything.

You know, I am so sick

of running away from who I am.

There's nothing wrong
with success. Or pleasure.

In fact,
why am I apologizing for it?

Mum, I have fucked
everything that moves.

And I've taken
every drug known to man.

All of them.

Do you know what?

I enjoyed
every last minute of it.

Ever since you first dangled
your fat little legs

in front of a piano,
you've been lucky.

You've never worked hard
for a bloody thing in your life.

It all just comes to you.
You don't do anything.

And I'm the one who suffers.

I should never
have had children.

Do you know how disappointing
it is to be your mother?

* It's sad, so sad *

* It's a sad, sad situation *

* And it's getting
More and more absurd *

* It's sad, so sad *

* Why can't they talk it over? *

* Oh, it seems to me *

* Sorry seems to be
The hardest word *

Some dessert, sir?

Yeah.
Um, two chocolate puddings,

an apple pie,
and a raspberry fool, please.

Any ice cream?
-I...

Yeah, all of them.
-Excellent choice.

Where's Reid these days?

Uh...

Well...

Does it matter?

Hates my fucking guts.

Nobody hates you, Elton.

Campaign to kill yourself
is going well.

What are you doing here,
Bernie?

Hmm?

You left when it suited you.

Now you come back
to lecture me?

'Cause the thing is,
the first time we actually got anywhere,

you left, didn't you?

Some girl was more important
to you than me

and all those legends
who were welcoming us in.

You left me at the most
important time, Bernie.

When did you give up?

If you don't care about yourself,
how do you expect anyone else to?

Whenever I needed you most...

you weren't there.
-It's not weak to ask for help.

I have worked my balls off
to get us out of the shit.

Day in, day out, for years.

And now it's me that can't
walk down the streets.

It's me
who doesn't have a life.

'Cause I don't get to sit
around with my feet on a desk,

chewing on the end
of a fucking pencil.

"Write the lyrics, Bernie.
I'll take care of everything else."

That was a test!

You should've known.

Thank you.
-Enjoy.

* When are you gonna
Come down? *

* When are you going to land? *

* I should have stayed
On the farm *

* I should have listened
To my old man *

* Maybe you'll get
A replacement *

I'm getting the bill, am I?

* There's plenty like me
To be found *

* Mongrels
Who ain't got a penny *

* Sniffing for tidbits like you
On the ground *

Yeah, yeah, later. Bernie.

Come on, Bernie!

* So goodbye yellow brick road *

Don't be so dramatic.
Coward!

Same as always!
Leaving me when things get too real!

* I'm going back to my plough *

* Back to the howling old owl
In the woods *

* Hunting the horny back toad *

* I've finally decided
My future lies *

* Beyond the yellow brick... *

* Road *

You fucking idiot!

Bernie betrayed me.
The way everyone does.

I heard
that it was a heart attack.

It's a chest infection, Mike.
He'll be fine.

How are ticket sales?
-What the hell's that got to do with it?

Every night is sold out.

Well, add five more nights then.

Are you insane?
He could've died.

Just let me
take care of things, Mike.

I always get him
back on his feet, don't I?

Yeah, but are you
gonna be able to...

Brilliant, man.
He is gonna be there.

All right,
you're good to go.

* So what do you think
You'll do then? *

* I bet that'll shoot down
Your plane *

* It'll take you
A couple of vodka and tonics *

* To set you
On your feet again *

* You know they can't
Hold you forever *

* I didn't sign up for you *

* I'm not a present
For your friends to open *

* This boy's too young
To be singing... *

* The blues *

Hey! Where are you going?

* So goodbye yellow brick road *

* Where the dogs
Of society howl *

* You can't plant me
In your penthouse *

* I'm going back to my plough *

* Back to the howling old owl
In the woods *

* Hunting the horny back toad *

* I've finally decided
My future lies *

* Beyond the yellow brick road *

For as long as I can
remember, I've hated myself.

Believed I'd never be loved.

Shows progress to take
responsibility for your actions.

Yeah, but I started
acting like a cunt in 1975.

I just forgot to stop.

I do feel ashamed.

Spent so long feeling resentful
for things that just don't matter.

Maybe I should've tried
to be more ordinary.

Hello, Nan.

You was never ordinary.

Look at you.

In here, talking
about your feelings.

What a waste of time.

Mum, I know it was never easy.

And I hope you can forgive me.

Because I've realized
that's what we need to do now.

Forgive each other.

No, your problem is you're selfish.
-No.

My problem was I believed
you loved me.

And you're incapable of it.

I gave everything
to keep something

that I never even had
in the first place.

I always thought you was
an introverted extrovert.

A what?
-He's shy. He's always been shy.

It's all his father's fault.

Don't blame me.
He'd have been strange, regardless.

Actually, I think
I'm okay with "strange."

God. Not him.

Both of you. Stop.

I'm not going to allow you to
talk to me like this anymore.

It's about time you said that.

Bernie.

I never told you
how much I need you.

No, no, no, I love you, man.

Always have, always will.

You write songs
that millions of people love.

And that's what's important.

You just need to remember
who you are...

and be okay with it.

He doesn't know who he is.

Yes, I do.

I'm Elton Hercules John.

I thought
you were Reggie Dwight.

I haven't been
Reggie Dwight for years.

When are you going
to hug me?

Impressed you know
how to use one of those.

How you doing?

Good to see you.

Some days are tougher than
others, but I feel good.

They got a piano here?

You been playing?
-Hmm...

No.
-No?

Not in the right place
for that just now.

I'm scared, Bernie.

What if I'm not as good...

without the drink
and the drugs?

You know that's not true.

You're not scared
you're not good without it,

you're scared to feel again.

You might be able to lie to
yourself, but you can't lie to me.

I should be going.

Don't go.

Not yet.

This is the part
you gotta do on your own.

These... need music.

Thank you, Bernie.

You're my brother.

* You could never know
What it's like *

* Your blood like winter
Freezes just like ice *

* And there's a cold
And lonely light *

* That shines from you *

* You will wind up
Like the wreck you hide *

* Behind that mask you use *

* And did you think this fool
Could never win? *

* Well, look at me
I'm coming back again *

* I got a taste of love
In a simple way *

* And if you need to know
While I'm still standing *

* You just fade away *

* And don't you know
I'm still standing *

* Better than I ever did *

* Looking like a true survivor *

* Feeling like a little kid *

* And I'm still standing *

* After all this time *

* Picking up the pieces
Of my life *

* Without you on my mind *

* Once I never coulda
Hoped to win *

* You starting down the road
Leaving me again *

* The threats you made
Were meant to cut me down *

* And if our love
Was just a circus *

* You'd be a clown by now *

* You know I'm still standing
Better than I ever did *

* Looking like a true survivor *

* Feeling like a little kid *

* I'm still standing *

* After all this time *

* Picking up the pieces Of my
life Without you on my mind *

* I'm still standing *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah *

* I'm still standing *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah *

* I'm still standing *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah *

* I'm still standing *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Don't you know I'm still
standing Better than I ever did *

* Looking like a true survivor *

* Feeling like a little kid *

* And I'm still standing
After all this time *

* Picking up the pieces Of my
life Without you on my mind *

* I'm still standing *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah *

* I'm still standing *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah *

* I'm still standing *

* Oh, the joke
Was never hard to tell *

* Threw my spare change
In the wishing well *

* The dream alone
Is always in your hands *

* If that don't fill the boy
And build the man *

* A heart has many secrets
So I'm told *

* Through the years a theory
Can grow cold *

* I'm up to be the king
It's gotten clear *

* The voice inside my head
Is the one I hear *

* Singing
I'm gonna love me again *

* Check in
On my very best friend *

* Find the wind
That can fill my sails *

* Rise above the broken rails *

* Unbound by any ties
That break or bend *

* I'm free
And don't you know? *

* No clown to claim
He used to know me then *

* I'm free
And don't you know? *

* And oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna love me again *

* The golden age
Was somehow bittersweet *

* But now the past lies
Sleeping in the deep *

* The peaceful days
That followed hollow nights *

* A kiss or touch
Could feel like Kryptonite *

* Praise the saints
That hung up on my wall *

* For trust is left
In lovers after all *

* A whispered word
Emerging from a tale *

* My wake-up call
To claim the cursed spell *

* Well, I'm gonna Love me again *
-* Love me again *

* Check in
On my very best friend *

* Find the wind
To fill my sails *

* Rise above the broken rails *

* Unbound by any ties
That break or bend *

* I'm free
And don't you know? *

* No clown to claim
He used to know me then *

* I'm free
Don't you know? *

* Oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna love me again *

* Sing
I'm gonna love me again *

* Check in
On my very best friend *

* Find the wind
To fill my sails *

* Rise above the broken rails *

* Unbound by any ties
That break or bend *

* I'm free
And don't you know? *

* No clown to claim
He used to know me then *

* I'm free, don't you know? *

* And oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh *

* Oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna love me again *

* I'm gonna love me again *

* Don't go breaking my heart *

* I couldn't if I tried *

* Oh, honey, if I get restless *

* Baby, you're not that kind *

* Don't go breaking my heart *

* You take the weight
Off of me *

* Oh, honey
When you knock on my door *

* Ooh, I gave you my key *

* Ooh, nobody knows it *

* When I was down *
-* I was your clown *

* Ooh, nobody knows it *

* Nobody knows it *

* Right from the start *
-* I gave you my heart *

* Oh, I gave you my heart *

* So don't go
Breaking my heart *

* I won't go
Breaking your heart *

* Don't go breaking my heart *

* Ooh, nobody knows it *

* When I was down *
-* I was your clown *

* Right from the start *
-* I gave you my heart *

* Oh, I gave you my heart *

* So don't go
Breaking my heart *

* I won't go
Breaking your heart *

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