He walks along singing his fairy song
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Picking up magic that grows at his feet.
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She says the same her peculiar way
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Dreaming good fortune on everyone's street.
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Say, hey, have you heard, blue whiskey's the rage,
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I'll send you a jug in the morning.
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It is absurd to live in a cage,
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You know there's got to be something better.
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As they go by, don't look with eagle's eyes
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Smile on your jailers until they grow weak.
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Nothing can compare to something that's almost there
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The cherry plum madness that all of us seek.
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Say, hey, have you heard, blue whiskey's the rage,
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I'll send you a jug in the morning.
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It is absurd to live in a cage,
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You know there's got to be something better.
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Something Better (Marianne Faithfull)
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| The Rolling Stones |
