| The first brick the drag king threw
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| To draw blood from the boys in blue
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| Said «Here lies Judy Garland» on it
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| It flew through historic air
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| Even Taylor Mead was there
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| And Allen Ginsberg wrote a sonnet
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| One day after the funeral
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| Stones flew over the Stonewall
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| Judy Garland
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| Halfway through her tell-all memoirs
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| Who flew up into the stars?
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| Judy Garland
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| Judy Garland set us free
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| We tried to drive to Woodstock but
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| Our little blue bug couldn’t cut
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| Through that last hundred miles of traffic
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| Love still dared not to speak
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| In l’année érotique
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| «Je t’aime» was banned as pornographic
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| So put those feather boas on
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| Drink too much wine
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| And celebrate the revolution
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| Of '69
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| Cause life-sized life never was enough
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| Who called reality’s bluff?
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| Judy Garland
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| Patron saint, or victim of love?
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| Let’s try «none of the above»
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| Judy Garland
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| Judy Garland set us free
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| Some say its a coincidence
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| No relation
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| As if she didn’t die for us
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| Her love nation
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| Halfway through 1969
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| Who joined Heaven’s conga line?
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| Judy Garland
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| Sick and tired of being alive
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| She flew back to Rigel V
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| Judy Garland
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| Judy Garland set us free
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| Judy Garland set us free
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| Judy Garland set us free
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| So be free with me
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| Judy Garland set us free
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| Judy Garland set us free
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| Judy Garland set us free
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| So be free with me |