| Hey, my little baby
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| Pointing at the sky’s amazing
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| In the lake now
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| All of this sensation
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| And no space on earth to place it
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| Where it’s safe now
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| You’ve got a big day coming
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| A big day coming now
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| Gather, crowd, around me
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| In the gutter where you found me
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| Help me stand now
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| My body, it is aching
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| And my poor old heart is breaking
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| And I’m so freaked out
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| We’ve got a big chance coming
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| A big chance coming now
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| All the little Sadies
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| And the literary ladies
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| Wish me well now
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| A slob upon a plane that
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| Through the air is silver swaying
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| Into sundown
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| I hightail my cool haircut
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| Through the turnstiles of the airport
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| On the run now
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| Flip a couple hundred pages
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| I was turning thirty-eight
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| I was a horrible sight
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| You’ve got a bad day coming
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| A sad day coming now
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| I’ll wear a white suit and black sunglasses
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| To the last mass now
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| Okay
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| Then give me one last kiss
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| In your pink silk dress, I guess
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| Said, «I have lost all will to»
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| With my face pressed against your breast
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| And I have pilfered the king’s pills
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| From the palace medicine chest
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| I cried a quart of crocodile tears
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| Onto Alison N’s pink champagne glass
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| I was escorted from the premises
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| For being a mess
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| And it’s just like when Sean Howe told me
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| How the Force MDs died
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| Lou Gehrig’s disease laid T.C.D. |
| low
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| Mercury had a heart attack back in '95
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| And where DJ Doctor Rock went
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| Nobody knows
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| I see my grandfather, T. Holmes «Bud» Moore
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| Laid up in his hospital clothes
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| But I think about Judee Sill dying in some trailer park
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| Out of cocaine and codeine all alone
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| It was a big waste
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| Brother, such a big waste
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| Yeah, I know
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| They had some great songs
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| Must have been a great time
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| So long ago
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| But I didn’t open up my mouth
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| Just to piss and moan
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| No way
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| All the air is glittering
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| I went and hit the
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| Skating rink alone now
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| I watched the kids all skim across the ice
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| They look so nice
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| It was so cold out
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| And then I coughed into my cupped hands
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| And crossed the rink so I could hear the band
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| Two guitars, a drummer
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| A chick singer with a Kurzweil
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| On a keyboard stand
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| And I said, «Play that cover»
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| I said, «Play that cover song again» |