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Sitting on the door stoop |
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Watching multi bizarre people pass me by |
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Look through the windows, through the houses |
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Oh, they're made of sky. |
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Gargoyle watching the bouncing ball |
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Strangers mystified by all |
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All the goings on |
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Sufficiently breathless |
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Sufficiently breathless. |
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Hey, Mr. Policeman, can you point the way |
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Oh, with your handgun? |
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Peter the puppy and the space below |
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Don't you understand 'em? |
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Gargoyle watching the bouncing ball |
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Strangers mystified by all |
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All the goings on |
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Sufficiently breathless |
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Sufficiently breathless |
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Sufficiently breathless |
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Sufficiently breathless. |
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Hearing and watching all the city sounds |
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On the street where we live |
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No one to care about us |
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Seems it's falling down around us |
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Nothing left to live for |
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(Sufficiently breathless) |
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Nothing left to live for |
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(Sufficiently breathless on the street |
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Where we live) |
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Nothing left to live for |
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(Sufficiently breathless) |
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Nothing left to live for |
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(Sufficiently breathless on the street |
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Where we live) |
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Nothing left to live for |
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(Sufficiently breathless) |
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Nothing left to live for |
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(Sufficiently breathless on the street |
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Where we live) |
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Nothing left to live for |
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(Sufficiently breathless) |
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Nothing left to live for |
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(Sufficiently breathless on the street |
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Where we live) |
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Nothing left to live for |
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(Sufficiently breathless) |
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Nothing left to live for |
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(Sufficiently breathless on the street |
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Where we live) |
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Nothing left to live for |
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(Sufficiently breathless) |
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Nothing left to live for |
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(Sufficiently breathless on the street |
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Where we live)... |
