(Gold-Lloyd-Echolette)
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Lonely boy
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Gazing on the afternoon
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People drifting cross the surface of the twilight day
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There's a little yellow man
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Standing by the railway station
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Painting portraits on the brickwalls
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Of Billie Holloway
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Lovely lady smile,
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Dance, my dear,
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I'm only operating on Lassie come home
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This was authentic you, she spoke,
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This was authentic you who blew me cold
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She had no chance to realize
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It hit her straight between the eyes
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So I've been told
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In the park, she's giving out some photographs
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On which she's giving out some photos
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Of what she hands around
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They videoed a ghost tonite,
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She said before I turned it off
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It rode an orange paper bike
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And left without a sound
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Keep on riding, Sir, open up the door
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And shout it out
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Lassie come home, come home
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This was authentic you, she spoke,
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This was authentic you who blew, who blew me cold
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I had no chance to realize
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It hit her straight between the eyes
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So I've been told
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Lonely girl
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Dancing in a music hall
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Lightning struck her silver starship
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And turned it into stone
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And now she's falling all the time
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Into that void beyond her grey eyes
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Somewhere a telephone is ringing
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But nobody's at home
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Hello, junkie sweetheart
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Listen now, this is your captain calling
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Your captain is dead
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Keep on riding, Sir, open up the door
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And shout it out, shout it out
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Shout it out
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Shout it out
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Lassie come home
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This is your captain calling
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We're falling all the time
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All the time
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Lassie come home
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Lassie Come Home
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| Alphaville |
