| In matching blue raincoats our shoes were our show boats we kicked around
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| From stairway to station we made a sensation with the gadabout crowd
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| And oh, what a bargain we’re two easy targets for the old men at the off-tracks
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| Who’ve paid in palaver and crumpled old dollars which we squirreled away In our
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| rat trap hotel by the freeway
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| And we slept-in Sundays
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| Your parents were anxious your cool was contagious at the old school
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| You left without leaving a note for your grieving sweet mother while Your
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| brother was so cruel
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| And here in the alleys your spirits were rallied as you learned quick to make a
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| fast buck
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| In bathrooms and barrooms on dumpsters and heirlooms we bit our tongues,
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| sucked our lips into our lungs till we were falling
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| Such was our calling
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| And here in our hovel we fuse like a family
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| But I will not mourn for you
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| So take off your makeup and pocket your pills away
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| We’re kings among runaways on the bus mall
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| We’re down on the bus mall
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| Among all the urchins and old Chinese merchants of the old town
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| We reigned at the pool hall with one iron cue ball and we never let the
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| bastards get us down
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| And we laughed off the quick tricks the old men with limp dicks on the
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| colonnades of the waterfront park
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| As 4 in the morning came on, cold and boring, we huddled close In the bus stop
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| enclosure enfolding
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| Our hands tightly holding
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| And here in our hovel we fuse like a family
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| But I will not mourn for you
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| So take off your makeup and pocket your pills away
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| We’re kings among runaways on the bus mall
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| We’re down On the bus mall, we’re down on the bus mall
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| Down on the bus mall, oh oh |