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All these fads |
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It's shoulder pads |
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On New Year's Dawn |
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To my surprise |
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All the Macca lads stayed at home |
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Picking antiques and clothes |
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Clothes reflect with green bits |
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(Name on the corner of my stub toes.) |
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My powers |
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Have been spent half-useless |
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My senses |
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alive at party |
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Was embarrassed but stayed with them |
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Walked, at shoulder, down the street, ridicule |
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You couldn't tell Lou Reed from Doug Yule |
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Suppressed big romance |
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It was like being back at school |
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My powers (mumble) |
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My powers (mumble) |
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Win populace, internal defeat |
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Gramma had a coup d'etat |
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Realize what they'd always wanted |
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Knew I was right all along |
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It wasn't then a Beatles song |
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Superhero in harlequin kecks |
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Dim-wit lecture, half read |
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Visiplex singers ten years dead |
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Was clowned |
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(Bitter man) |
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Shoulder pads |
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(Spawned) |
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Then my powers did return.... |