The firmament of Tinsel Town
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Is strung with tungsten stars
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Lot's of forty watt successes
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He says where's my own shining hour
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He's the well kept secret of the underground
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He's in debt to the company store
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Because his only channelled aspiration
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Was getting back that girl he had before
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He's got stacks and stacks of words that rhyme
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Describing what it is to lose
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He's got some just for laughs
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He's got some for love
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That mainline to his blues
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Some to shed a little light on you and on me
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Some to shed a little light on the human story
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The wars of pride and property
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The rebel Irish and the promised land Jew
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Fighting behind his eyes and over seas
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Wounded in action and no ceasefire in view
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Brave reporters bring the battles home
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But tonight inside that box
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Just more bang bang ketchup color to him
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Just more Twentieth Century Fox
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All because that ghostly girl comes haunting
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Just out of reach-outside his bed
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And she kicks the covers off his sleep
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For the clumsy things he said
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She commands his head-She tries his sanity
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She demands his head-Tonight unknowingly
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Vaguely she floats and lacelike
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Blown in like a curtain on the night wind
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She's nebulous and naked
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He wonders where she's been
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He grabs at the air because there's nothing there
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Her evasiveness stings him
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With long legs-long lonely legs
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Bruised from banging into things
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One day he was standing just outside her door
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He was carrying an armload of bright balloons
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She just laughed
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She said she heard him knocking
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And she teased him for the moon
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"Is one the moon, dear clown,
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Tied to a string for me?"
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He tried but he could not get it down
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For truth or for mystery
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He tried but he could not get it down
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For love or money
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LOVE OR MONEY
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| Joni Mitchell |
