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When all the limbs are numb and clean, |
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And you're in transit, dream to dream, |
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I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones. |
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When all the world has lain and sank, |
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And money sleeps inside the banks, |
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I'll drift there to meet you, layzbones. |
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Cameraman sways to remember how the eye dances, |
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Drunkenness is a hand-held |
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Scrambling down delancey |
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I come stumbling; |
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Well i hear you had to take a shine |
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And firing at random, i hear the rays fell upon mine. |
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Cool you, miss amaze, with a handful of water |
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Trucks encircling, bearing down, coming louder. |
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If i could stay here, under your idle caress |
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And not exit to the world and phoniness and people. |
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When all the noise has left your head |
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Will someday you rise off the bed? |
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I'll be there to lift you, lazybones. |
