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AmThe multitude assembled andAm trGied to make the noisFe
AmThem blank blind poet generAmalsG and restless loud white boFys
AmBut time grew thin and the AmaxiGs was left somehow incompleteF
CWhere instead of childG lions, they found AmageiAmn' Gjunkie sheFep
AmAnd how many wasted have IAm seGen signed "Hollywood or busFt"
AmOh left to ride them evAmer Gghostly Arizona gustsF
AmCheerleader tramps and kidsAm wiGth big amps soundin' helpless in theF void
OhC high society vamps anGd ex-heavyweight chAmamps AmmisGtakin' soot for soilF
COh Gso break Fme now Cbig Mama asG Old Faithful breaksF the day
CBelieve me mGy good LiFnda, helCp is on the waGy
AmThe confederacy's in my AmnamGe now, them hoFunds are held at bay
AmThe axis needs a stAmronGger arm,Dm do you fEmeel your mus-cleF play?
AmAmGF
AmWell the doorstep blanket AmweaGver, Madonna she pushes beFlls
AmFrom house to house to houAmse GI see her givin' laFst kisses and wishin' wells
AmTo every gypsy mystic and AmallG-star that the kids might find a plaFce
WCho've lost for ever trGue fathers on their Amtime traAmvelGs out in space F
AmOh and the sons they search foAmr fGathers, but the fathers are all goFne
AmThe lost souls search for savAmiouGrs, but saviours don't last lonFg
AmThem aimless questless renegadAme bGrats who live their lives in songFs
ThCey run the length of aG candle, and in a gAmoodnight wAmhisGper and a puff they're goFne
COh so break mGe now bigF Mama aCs Old FaithGful breakFs the day
CBelieve me mGy good LiFnda, helCp is on the waGy
AmThe confederacy's in my AmnamGe now, them hoFunds are held at bay
AmThe axis needs a stAmronGger arm,Dm do you feel your Emmus-cle pFlay?
AmWell now the missions are AmfilGled with hermits and they're all lookinF' for a friend
AmAnd the terraces are filleAmd wGith cat-men lookin' for a wayF in
AmThese orphans lost up on sAmilvGer mountains, jumped, jumped in Falleyways
AmThey wait for that AmoldG tramp DDmog Man Moses, he tEmakes iFn all the strays
AmAnd he told me, "don't groAmw oGn empty legends or lonely cradle songFs
AmBecause Billy the Kid was AmjusGt a bowery boy who made a living twirlin' Fhis guns
AmAnd the night she's long, AmsheG's lanky, and she speaks in a mother Ftongue"
AmAnd he lullabied thAme rGefugees Dmwith an amplifier'Ems hum F
COh we could breGak us nowF big MaCma as OlGd Faithful she bFreaks the day
CLeave me, nGow, good FLinda, tChe aurora Gwill shine your way
AmThe confederacy's in my AmnamGe now, them hoFunds are held at bay
AmThe axis needs a stAmronGger arm,Dm do you feel yEmour mus-cle pFlay?
AmThe confederacy's in my AmnamGe now, them houFnds are held at bay
AmThe axis needs a stAmronGger arm,Dm do you fEmeel your mus-cle plFay?
Questions, comments, insults...BlindTerry333
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