This is the 3rd of june, 1988
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A highly unimportant day
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Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over manhattan
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In a downtown far away, mr. toomy, our face in a crowd
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The city was slow and tired
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The wall street boys wearing their ties around their neck
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Like boxer's towels after a fight
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Mr. toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
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Looked at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it
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Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
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I'll never know where I lost my dream
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Who's that, what's that, gimme your name
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3rd of june, end of game
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No looking to the right
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No looking to the left
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Lenny is a target and always on track
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Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
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Lenny is a target lost the route
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Ruins of a child's old fantasy
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Ruins of a child was [? ]
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Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
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Lenny is a target lost the route
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Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
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I'll never know when I lost my dream
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Who's that, what's that, gimme your name
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3rd of june, end of game
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Mr. toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
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Looked at his face
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Took off his jacket
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Put it on the pavement
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Stepped on it
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And started preaching like a monk from another world
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After some minutes, he had a little crowd
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Which dissappeared when a police car passed by slowly
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Like rolling gloom
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And mr. toomy throws his voice 'til he was the only one in the area
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At this early night of june 3rd, 1988
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Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
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I'll never know when I lost my dream
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Who's that, what's that, gimme your name
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3rd of june, end of game
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3rd Of June
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| Yello |
