| On the firefly platform on sunny Goodge Street
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| Violent hash-smoker shook a chocolate machine
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| Bobbed in an eating scene.
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| Smashing into neon streets in their stillness
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| Smearing their eyes on the crazy Kali goddess
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| Listenin' to sounds of Mingus mellow fantastic.
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| «My, my», they sigh,
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| «My, my», they sigh.
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| In dull house rooms with coloured lights swingin'
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| Strange music boxes sadly tinklin'
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| Drink in the sun shining all around you.
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| «My, my», they sigh,
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| «My, my», they sigh, mm mm.
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| «My, my», they sigh,
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| «My, my», they sigh.
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| The magician, he sparkles in satin and velvet,
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| You gaze at his splendour with eyes you’ve not used yet.
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| I tell you his name is Love, Love, Love.
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| «My, my», they sigh,
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| «My, my», they sigh.
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| «My, my" — sigh. |