In the house where Alice lives(Alice's)it's a mess of souvenirslet
Now the time is almost done
The race for last is
When you're out in the crowd, tryin' to make it
A phone book full of accidents
A girl to drive your
City sky comes down like rain
Through all the alleys to
I try to remember a kiss
And I only get sorrow
And
People call to say hello
They call to talk about the
The air here tastes like poison
The traffic moves on broken
Don't be a girl for all their kisses
For all their
Give me all your paper ma
Gimme all your jazz
Give me
Speak, talk to me
Show what I am
And cannot be
Talk, entertain
you will have a dress of white
you will have a
A banker in a tired suit is counting in his
Don't want order, it won't come
There's no why that it
Hello to you, hello to me
I've somewhere else to be
Excuses,
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