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CLonely boy Amgazing on the afternoon
EmPeople drifting across the surface of the twilight Gday
There's a Little Yellow CMan, standing by the raAmilway station
EmPainting portraits on the brickwalls of Billie HollGoway
ALovely Lady S.M.I2.L.E.
FDance, my dear, I'm only oCperating on "Lassie Come GHome" D
D"This was authentic you" she spoke,
Am"This was authentic you who bElew me cDmold"
AmHe had no chance to rEealise, it hit her straight between the Geyes
So I've been tDold
In the park, she's giving out some photographs
On which she's giving out some photos of what she hands around
"They video'd a ghost tonight", she said before I turned it out
"It rode an orange paper-bike, and left without a sound"
Keep on riding, Sir
Open up the door and shout it out: "Lassie Come Home, Come Home!"
"This was authentic you?", she spoke,
"This was authentic you who blew, who blew me cold"
I had no chance to realise, it hit her straight between the eyes
So I've been told
Lonely girl, dancing in the music hall,
Lightning struck her silver starship and turned it into stone.
And now it's falling all the time into that void beyond her grey eyes.
Somewhere a telephone is ringing, but nobody's at home.
"Hello, Junkie-Sweetheart, Listen now this is your Captain calling:
Your Captain is dead."
Keep on riding, Sir, open up the door and shout it out - shout it out...
ALassie Come Home - LFassie Come Home - LCassie Come Home
GLassie Come HDome...
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