Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep.
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Moonlight spills on comic books
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And superstars in magazines.
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An old friend calls and tells us where to meet.
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Her plane takes off from Baltimore
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And touches down on Bourbon street.
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We sit outside and argue all night long
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About a god we've never seen,
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But never fails to side with me.
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Sunday comes and all the papers say:
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Ma Teresa's joined the mob
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And happy with her full time job.
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Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
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Does summer come for everyone?
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Can humans do what prophets say?
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If I die before I learn to speak,
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Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
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But half asleep?
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I've been downhearted, baby,
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Ever since the day we met.
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A life is time, they teach you growing up.
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Seconds ticking killed us all
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A million years before the fall.
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You ride the waves and don't ask where they go.
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You swim like lions through the crest
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And bathe yourself in zebra flesh.
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I've been downhearted, baby,
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Ever since the day we met.
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Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In Hand
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| John Nolan |
