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And his shoulders stoop low 'neath the weight |
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of beer cases as it grows late |
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in the alleyway college-like state. and the boy who'll grow cold |
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now so young and so bold |
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freely gets drunk of the cold. |
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Sittin' on top of the golden world, the pink elephant emerges, |
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with a smile and a twirl to open the bottles of time. |
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he said, "the life in your veins today will be frozen away tomorrow." |
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Drag of smoke through white lips |
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blue dress caresses italian hips |
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as the sedan rolls by rote upon its trip. |
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sticky fumblings never clean |
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up the skirt of a black haired queen |
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chasing chasing tv dreams. |
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Sittin' on top of the golden world, the pink elephant emerges, |
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with a smile and a twirl to open the bottles of time. |
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he said, "the cheapness of today will be married away tomorrow." |
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Entwined a quiet couple lays |
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as colder grow the days |
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and richer grow the means and ends of ways. |
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tucked away cars and children sleep |
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contentment slowly creeps |
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lulls the happy happy sheep. |
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Sittin' on top of the golden world, the pink elephant emerges, |
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with a smile and a twirl to open the bottles of time. |
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he said, "the satisfaction of today will take your sight away tomorrow." |
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And all that is pink it shall sink, |
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your mind shall cease to think, |
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therefore let me be the link. |
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Halflit by candle the room glows |
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a virgin head she dimly shows |
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fears to allay future songs to compose. |
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passion beats to heat |
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intercourse nearly complete |
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'til the boy beats a hasty retreat. |
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Sittin' on top of the golden world, the pink elephant emerges, |
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with a smile and a twirl to open the bottles of time. |
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he said, "the lifeline of today will soon to fray away tomorrow." |