| Constantine’s in his limousine
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| Does he recall the codeine daze?
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| Tambourines with the water clean
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| A sad silver screen at his cabarets
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| But he joined a band to play rock and roll
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| A sad city center on a summer stroll
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| He set his deck on the land here
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| Festered and drove and disappeared
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| Constantine, was it all a dream?
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| I was there with my nicotine
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| A scene had not been waned and weaned
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| And town after town thought we were a team
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| Then we met up again on the river green
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| But you joined a band to play rock and roll
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| A sad city center for I didn’t know
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| You said it’s dead here on the land
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| And festered and drove, you disappeared
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| You lie, you miss the mannered chains
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| That hung from your neck like golden rain
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| Always in mind, always in mind
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| Constantine, Constantine
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| But you joined a band to play rock and roll
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| A sad city center on the summer’s hole
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| You said it’s dead here on the land here
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| Festered and drove and disappeared
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| As time goes by, I hear your voices near
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| Though we met up again on a river green |