| Where do you walk on sunny times
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| When the rivers gleam and the buildings shine
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| How do you feel going up hallowed halls
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| And the summer clothes brighten gloomy halls
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| And they’re all in love
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| Where do you fit in zzzzip magazine
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| Where the past is the hero and the present a queen
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| Just tell me right now where do you fit in
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| With mud in your eye and a passion for gin
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| Hey, goodbye all you punks
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| Stay young and stay high
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| Hand me my checkbook
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| And I’ll crawl out to die
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| But like a woman in childbirth
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| Grown ugly in a flash
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| I’ve seen magic and pain
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| Now I’m recycling trash |