| Saw a guy drunk where the people would dance
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| And men of similarity laugh out of charity
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| And long-faced women cast to agree
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| Look sideways and up, and quietly leave
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| And I cannot hate or despise or deplore
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| 'Cos I’ve stood and watched from both sides before
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| I lean on the dance floor
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| I can’t think straight any more
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| Asked me why I never wrote you a song
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| When you thought you’d given me enough to work on
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| And now you find that I’ve lost my tongue
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| And I turn my back on the way you get your fun
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| You don’t know what struck me dumb
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| You’re on the run
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| C.D. |
| Jimmy Jazz and me
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| Fucked off to Paris to write of the sea
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| Too much beauty in one foul sweep
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| And the brilliant sun made me blind on the beach
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| So I made it back to confusion row
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| Where encased in four walls my mind could cope
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| We live in hope |