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(d. bowie) |
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Pushing through the market square |
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So many mothers sighing |
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News had just come over |
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We had five years left to cry in |
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News guy wept and told us |
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Earth was really dying |
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Cried so much his face was wet |
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Then i knew he was not lying |
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I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies |
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Saw boys and toys, electric irons, tvs |
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My brain hurt like a warehouse |
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It had no room to spare |
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I had to cram so many things to store |
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Everything in there |
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And all the fat-skinny people |
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And all the tall-short people |
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And all the nobody people |
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And all the somebody people |
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I never thought i'd need so many people |
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A girl my age went off her head |
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Hit some tiny children |
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If the black hadn't a-pulled her off |
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I think she would have killed them |
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I saw a soldier with a broken arm |
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Fixed his stare to the wheels of a cadillac |
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A cop knelt and kiss the feet of a priest |
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And a queer threw up at the sight of that |
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I think i saw you in an ice-cream parlour |
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Drinking milk shakes cold and long |
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Smiling and waving and looking so fine |
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Don't think you knew you were in this song |
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And it was cold and it rained |
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So i felt like an actor |
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And i thought of ma |
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And i wanted to get back there |
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Your face, your race, the way that you talk |
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I kiss you, you're beautiful, i want you to walk |
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We got five years, stuck on my eyes |
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We got five years, what a surprise |
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We got five years, my brain hurts a lot |
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We got five years, that's all we've got |
