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Jazz |
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Fire eating drag-queens dressed as society whores |
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Crazy two timing bitches running round |
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Ghetto blasting blasters, blasting magnificently |
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Blossoms falling from the cherry trees |
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That's what jazz is to me |
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High buildings with crippled backs circle around my dreams |
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I clutch at the greasy tails of my dreams |
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White blossom falling from the cherry trees |
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That's what jazz is to me |
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Ten bottles standing in a row military style |
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With hats pulled low over their brows |
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A thousand wasted hours |
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Skeletons entwined fucking and braying ? fields |
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Blossoms falling from the cherry tree |
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That's what jazz is to me |
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History repeating itself like a |
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All the great cars of the world in one massive collision |
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All the doctors swallowed up by one incompetence |
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All the great theorists and teachers eaten alive ... |
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Religious extacy and a blossom falling from a cherry tree |
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That's what jazz is to me |
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Blind fish being used as musical scales |
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Sharks puffed for fish and whales |
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I long to be by the sea where a blossom falls from a cherry tree |
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That's what jazz is to me |
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Three forms, four forms, five forms, six forms, |
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Seven forms, eight forms, nine forms, |
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A blossom falling from the cherry tree |
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That's what jazz is to me |
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As Einstein said about his theory |
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I love, I love, I love, I love jazz |
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It's in your heart, it's in your soul, it's in your mind |
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The colour of death, sweet vanilla essence |
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Richard Harris and Donald Pleasance |
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And a cherry blossom falling from a cherry tree |
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That's what jazz is to me |
