| On the firefly platform on sunny Goodge Street
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| Violent hash-smoker shook a chocolate machine
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| Involved in an eating scene
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| Smashing into neon lights in their stillness
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| Peeling their eyes on the crazy Kali goddess
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| Listening 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 colored lights swinging
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| Strange music boxes sadly tinkling
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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
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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 splendor 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, they sigh |