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It was a tight toy night, streets so bright |
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The world was so thin between my bones and skin |
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There stood another person who was a little surprised |
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To be face to face with a world so alive |
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How I fell |
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Did ya feel low? |
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Nah |
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Huh?! |
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I fell right into the arms of Venus de Milo |
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You know it's all like some new kind of drug |
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My senses are sharp and my hands are like gloves |
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Broadway looked so medieval |
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It seemed to flap like little pages |
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And I fell sideways laughing with a friend from many stages |
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How we felt |
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Did ya feel low? |
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Not at all |
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Huh?! |
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I fell right into the arms of Venus de Milo |
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Suddenly my eyes went so soft and shaky |
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Oh I knew there was pain but pain is not aching |
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Then Richie, Richie said: |
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"Hey man, let's dress up like cops |
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Think of what we could do!" |
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But something, something |
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It said "you better not." |
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And I fell |
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Did ya feel low? |
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Nah |
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Huh?! |
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I stood up, walked out of the arms of Venus de Milo |
