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PLASTIC PALACE PEOPLE
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(Engel)
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Over the rooftop sails Billy
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A string tied to his underwear
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Through cobbled stone streets a child races
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And shouts "Billy, come down from there"
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"My mother's calling" his voice whimpers
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A string clutched in his tiny hand
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Not till I've seen the sky's not lit up
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In tears, child try and understand
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Don't pull the string, Don't bring me down
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Don't make me land
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Plastic palace people
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Sing silent songs, they dream too long
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Their memories just stare
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Plastic palace Alice
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She steals her cards tomorrow deals
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With deafening despair
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Hurry, you've got to get in line
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Your nose might start to shine
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And sweat it out and dance about
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The whole eternal life
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A harvest of stars surrounds Billy
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The night clings to his happy eyes
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A sleeping town square beneath a fountain
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A child murmurs a weary sigh
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My mother weeps, And weaves her hair
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With worries please, Come down from there
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Plastic palace people
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Through fields of clay and granite grey
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They play without a sound
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Plastic palace Alice
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Blows gaping holes to store her fears
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Inside her lovers head
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Listen, they're laughing in the halls
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They rip your face with lies
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To buzzing eyes you cry for help
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Like gods they bark replies
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Over the rooftops burns Billy
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Balloon sadly the string descends
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Searching its way down through blue submarine air
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The polka dot underwear
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To meet the trees, In morning square
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Just hanging there, Just hanging there
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Recorded by Scott - 1969
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Released on the album 'SCOTT 3' - Philips SBL 7882
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?Scott Engel / Miracle Songs Ltd.
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PLASTIC PALACE PEOPLE
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| Scott Walker |
