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He came with his friends, in a caravan |
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To witness the governor's ball |
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Sat by himself on a cool patch of grass |
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While the rest stood like bricks in a wall |
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The stage it looked like a vending machine |
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The singer, a black barbie doll |
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But it was well light, and well managed |
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Said our property, would be damaged |
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Until his boredom, took full advantage |
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Of it all |
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Talk to a girl, with klonopin eyes |
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Who said she had jewelry to sell |
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First he said no thanks, then he realized |
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That he realized he wasn't feeling that well |
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And he took what she held looked like pieces of sky |
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And a garnet like teardrops from hell |
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She offered, him a necklace, and he wanted to accept it |
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But it would end up, too expensive, he could tell |
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Then she said: |
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"Why not, what have you got, to lose, to lose" |
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When he never came back, and the curve you have pathed |
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His friends searched the fair grounds for clues |
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But security guard the maniacal laugh |
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Said its always the leader you lose |
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And he finally turned up in the broad light of day |
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With a black eye as big as the moon |
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They all asked him, what had happened |
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Was it real or, imagined |
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Why on earth had, he abandon them so soon |
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And he said: |
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"Why not, I do what I've got, to do, its what you do" |
