Intro
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(D A)
::Waiting by the telephone he line is singing dead majestic tones
The humor of a cigarette won't ease the burns of being
(D A)
set to go
All your life you've seen it shown in the park, in the alley, in the room
where they left you alone
With a teenage dream that's all of a foreign wave you're spitting out the
letters of control
And the streets of this city will leave you to roam ohhhhhohhhhohoh
When everyone else is going back home
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