meanwhile down the street
the whole crowd is sick
talk it up, there's no whisper
and we land on our feet
she's told a dream should be
a glorious thing
"shame on me, the purest I've been in
is still too obscene"
there goes the insult
reflected in the floor
colored chemicals
throw you off like before
you'll know the roles I've played
if we get away
in the cab with a covered license plate
I found the other day
but out steps the savior
whose laughter's so unkind
to belt you up again
his trial has come to blow your mind
a nasty old crime
has left curses behind
meanwhile down the street
the whole crowd is sick
talk it up, there's no whisper
and we land on our feet
she's told a dream should be
a glorious thing
"shame on me, the purest I've been in
is still too obscene"
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