You've seen him
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In the undirected light of street dreams
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Doing nothing ?
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Standing, like to seem casual
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With a resemblance to people held by fear.
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Lit by fire and disrepair.
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The blue millionaire.
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Don't listen and keep asking ?
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Only stories reach this far.
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No one's left and no one's coming
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And I will disappear
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Far away from you,
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The American wind,
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And the blue millionaire.
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Blue millionaire.
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Blue millionaire.
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There is no such thing as the Wrong Man
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Blue as the dusk that ended my day
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And shut off the light and air.
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I wish I could tell you
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How he put them in cages,
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Found you where you slept.
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Got me down with something else than bruises
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Tied me to a blue chair
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Lit by fire and disrepair
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The blue millionaire.
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Blue millionaire.
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Blue millionaire.
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Blue millionaire.
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Blue millionaire.
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Seen him drinking gin from pale blue bottles,
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Drowning in shadow,
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Shadows moving in.
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Forever imagine
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Imagine it's him
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Nearby the window
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With dreams broken in.
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I don't laugh anymore ? or smile,
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I am lost in the body,
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The passion of time.
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He is screening my dreams
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And everything that's mine.
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Don't stay in this mirror
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Other hands have left me in.
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You don't blow away as I do.
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It will be the same again.
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Turn and point away from here.
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Steal what you cannot win
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From the blue millionaire.
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Blue millionaire.
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Blue millionaire.
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Blue millionaire.
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Blue millionaire.
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Blue millionaire.
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Blue millionaire.
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Blue ...
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The Blue Millionaire
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| Marianne Faithfull |
