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You won't Eremember the lEmong nBmights
Gcoffee bars and Cblack tights and Dwhite thighs
in shop F#mwindows where blonde assiAstants
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Emade of dummies with no EmmumBmmies orG daddies to Creject them
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And tired young Esax-players sold their instruments of EmtorBmture
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of Charlie DParker JackF#m Kerouac Rene AMagritte
to name a F#mfew of the Eheroes
who were too wise for their Emown Bmgood
left the Gyoung brood to go onC living wiDthout them.
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DOld queers with F#myoung faces A who remember your F#mname
though you're a Edead beat with Emtired Bmfeet
Gtwo ends that Cdon't meet.
To a Ddead beat from an F#mold greaser
A Think you must have me all F#mwrong
I didn't Ecare friend.
I wasn't Emthere Bmfriend
If it's the price of a Gpint that you need ask Cme again.
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