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Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (September 24, 1896 – December 21, 1940) was an American novelist and short story writer, whose works are the paradigmatic writings of the Jazz Age. He is widely regarded as one of the greatest American writers of the 20th century. Fitzgerald is considered a member of the "Lost Generation" of the 1920s. He finished four novels: This Side of Paradise, The Beautiful and Damned, The Great Gatsby (his best known), and Tender Is the Night. A fifth, unfinished novel, The Love of the Last Tycoon, was published posthumously. Fitzgerald also wrote numerous short stories, many of which treat themes of youth and promise, and age and despair.
Born in 1896 in Saint Paul, Minnesota, to an upper-middle-class family, Fitzgerald was named after his famous second cousin, three times removed on his father's side, Francis Scott Key, but was always known as plain Scott Fitzgerald. He was also named after his deceased sister, Louise Scott Fitzgerald, one of two sisters who died shortly before his birth. "Well, three months before I was born," he wrote as an adult, "my mother lost her other two children ... I think I started then to be a writer."
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Autumn's child is catchin' hell
For having been too naïve to tell
Property rights from chapel bells
There's nothing we can do
We could not get there in time
It's too late
She signed on the dotted line?
oh, shoot 'em up
Cops and robbers
Oh, America
The manager smiled
He said, we're gonna straighten
This mess
He had a picture of Spot
And Jane on his desk
So I signed his strange contract
With the transparent lines
There's nothing we can do
We could not get there in time
It's too late
She signed on the dotted line?
Oh, shoot 'em up
Cops and robbers
Oh, America
The lawyers cried
Through the telephone rings
The doctors sighed
She's imagining things
When he came through the window
With those crazy eyes
Dick Tracy in disguise
He said, you need a guiding
Hand
You're soft and you're fine
Sign here on the dotted line
Oh, big deals
Cops and robbers
Oh, America
I am your rose
American dreamer
Flyin' high
And down through America
Didn't you know
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Flyin' high
And down through America
America