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In matching blue raincoats our shoes were our show boats we kicked around |
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From stairway to station we made a sensation with the gadabout crowd |
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And oh, what a bargain we're two easy targets for the old men at the off-tracks |
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Who've paid in palaver and crumpled old dollars which we squirreled away In our rat trap hotel by the freeway |
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And we slept-in Sundays |
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Your parents were anxious your cool was contagious at the old school |
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You left without leaving a note for your grieving sweet mother while Your brother was so cruel |
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And here in the alleys your spirits were rallied as you learned quick to make a fast buck |
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In bathrooms and barrooms on dumpsters and heirlooms we bit our tongues, sucked our lips into our lungs till we were falling |
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Such was our calling |
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And here in our hovel we fuse like a family |
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But I will not mourn for you |
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So take off your makeup and pocket your pills away |
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We're kings among runaways on the bus mall |
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We're down on the bus mall |
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Among all the urchins and old Chinese merchants of the old town |
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We reigned at the pool hall with one iron cue ball and we never let the bastards get us down |
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And we laughed off the quick tricks the old men with limp dicks on the colonnades of the waterfront park |
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As 4 in the morning came on, cold and boring, we huddled close In the bus stop enclosure enfolding |
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Our hands tightly holding |
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And here in our hovel we fuse like a family |
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But I will not mourn for you |
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So take off your makeup and pocket your pills away |
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We're kings among runaways on the bus mall |
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We're down On the bus mall, we're down on the bus mall |
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Down on the bus mall, oh oh |
