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Onward! and onward! and onward i go |
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Where no man before could be bothered to go |
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Till the soles of my shoes are shot full of holes |
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And it's all downhill with a bullet |
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This ramblin' and rovin' has taken it's course |
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I'm grazing with the dinosaurs and the dear old horses |
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And the city streets crack and a great hole forces |
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Me down with my soapbox, my pulpit |
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The theatre ceiling is silver star spangled |
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And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle |
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Do you love me? |
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Do you love me? |
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Do you love me? |
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Do you love me? |
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There's a man in the theatre with girlish eyes |
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Who's holding my childhood to ransom |
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On the screen there's a death, |
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There's a rustle of cloth |
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And a sickly voice calling me handsome |
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There's a man in the theatre with sly girlish eyes |
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On the screen there's an ape, a gorilla |
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There's a groan, there's a cough, there's a rustle of cloth |
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And a voice that stinks of death and vanilla |
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This is a secret, mauled and mangled |
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And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle |
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Do you love me? |
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Do you love me? |
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Do you love me? |
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Do you love me? |
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The walls in the ceiling are painted in blood |
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The lights go down, the red curtains come apart |
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The room is full of smoke and dialogue i know by heart |
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And the coins in my pocket jingle-jangle |
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As the great screen crackled and popped |
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And the clock of my boyhood was wound down and stopped |
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And my handsome little body oddly propped |
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And my trousers ride down to my ankles |
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Yes, onward! and upward! |
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And i'm off to find love |
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Do you love me? if you do, i'm thankful |
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Do you love me? |
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Do you love me? |
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Do you love me? |
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Do you love me? |
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This city is an ogre squatting by the river |
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It gives life but it takes it away, my youth |
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There comes a time when you just cannot deliver |
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This is a fact. this is a stone cold truth. |
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Do you love me? i love you, handsome. |
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But do you love me? yes, i love you, you are handsome |
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Amongst the cogs and the wires, my youth |
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Vanilla breath and handsome apes with girlish eyes |
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Dreams that roam between truth and untruth |
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Memories that become monstrous lies |
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So onward! and onward! and onward i go! |
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Onward! and upward! and i'm off to find love |
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With blue-black bracelets on my wrists and my ankles |
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And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle |
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Do you love me? |
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Do you love me? |
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Do you love me? |
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Do you love me? |
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