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You're still the child |
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Suspended in space |
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Crying out to you |
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Beckons you to yet another fine place |
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Where the trials of life are few |
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Don't think you're living long |
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Who says you are coming on |
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They won't remember you |
| [00:52.28] |
The rent is always due |
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The cloudy men |
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Who take their place |
| [01:13.12] |
And stand in line |
| [01:16.24] |
They do |
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Know not of |
| [01:25.66] |
The satin face |
| [01:28.78] |
That separates them from you |
| [01:37.94] |
Just put your blue jeans on |
| [01:41.32] |
Grab your guitar and sing a song |
| [01:46.27] |
Don't think I'm kidding you |
| [01:50.30] |
The rent is always due |
| [02:06.71] |
She rides a broom |
| [02:10.73] |
With gold-plated straw |
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She flutters around |
| [02:18.35] |
And she cries |
| [02:23.89] |
The brylcream fools |
| [02:27.97] |
Just standing on |
| [02:32.21] |
Digesting all her lives |
| [02:40.68] |
But then you walk along |
| [02:44.57] |
And she starts coming on |
| [02:48.91] |
Beneath her melting broom |
| [02:53.05] |
The rent is always due |
