| Sitting on the door stoop
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| Watching multi bizarre people pass me by Look through the windows, through the houses
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| Oh, they’re made of sky.
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| Gargoyle watching the bouncing ball
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| Strangers mystified by all
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| All the goings on Sufficiently breathless
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| Sufficiently breathless.
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| Hey, Mr. Policeman, can you point the way
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| Oh, with your handgun?
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| The earth above me and the space below
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| Don’t you understand 'em?
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| Gargoyle watching the bouncing ball
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| Strangers mystified by all
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| All the goings on Sufficiently breathless
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| Sufficiently breathless
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| Sufficiently breathless
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| Sufficiently breathless.
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| Hearing and watching all the city sounds
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| On the street where we live
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| No one to care about us Seems it’s falling down around us Nothing left to live for
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| (Sufficiently breathless)
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| Nothing left to live for
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| (Sufficiently breathless on the street
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| Where we live)
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| Nothing left to live for
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| (Sufficiently breathless)
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| Nothing left to live for
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| (Sufficiently breathless on the street
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| Where we live)
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| Nothing left to live for
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| (Sufficiently breathless)
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| Nothing left to live for
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| (Sufficiently breathless on the street
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| Where we live)
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| Nothing left to live for
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| (Sufficiently breathless)
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| Nothing left to live for
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| (Sufficiently breathless on the street
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| Where we live)
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| Nothing left to live for
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| (Sufficiently breathless)
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| Nothing left to live for
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| (Sufficiently breathless on the street
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| Where we live)
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| Nothing left to live for
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| (Sufficiently breathless)
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| Nothing left to live for
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| (Sufficiently breathless on the street
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| Where we live)… |