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Cinematic |
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I can see Cocteau dining with Picasso |
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I can see Warhol photographing Nico |
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yeah yeah yeah |
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I was never there |
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I only read the book |
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I only saw the film |
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I only dreamed the dream |
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until you and me... |
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I can hear Bukowski |
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read aloud to John Fante |
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and there goes Allen in love with Manhattan |
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You, you and me, |
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we're some kind of stars |
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in some kind of film |
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in some kind of love |
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and the stage is made of |
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these streets we run down |
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and the beds we love on |
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remember this when times get tough |
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and times are tough. |
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So you reckon Pasolini |
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was in love with Fellini |
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yeah, well tell it to the landlord |
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as he's kicking down our door |
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and it's so chic to be poor |
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and we should speak French more |
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and I'll be quoting poetry |
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when they finally sentence me |
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no, no, no |
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we were never there |
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we only say the play |
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we only watched the film |
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we only dreamed the dream |
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until you and me... |
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Let me put my arm around your shoulder |
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you've been down |
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tonight we're looking older |
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let's buy cheap booze |
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and run through these backstreets |
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you be Cleopatra and I'm Mark Antony |