There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on
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And just enough time for the night to pass by without warning
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Away in the distance there's a blue flashing light
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Someone's in trouble somewhere tonight
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As the flickering neon stands ready to fuse
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The wind blows away all of yesterday's news
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Well they've locked up their daughters and they battened the hatches
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They always could find us but they never could catch us
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Through the grease streaked windows of an all night cafe
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We watched the arrested get taken away
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And that cigarette haze has ecology beat
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As the whores and the drunks filed in from the street
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'Cause the steams in the boiler the coals in the fire
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If you ask how I am then I'll just say inspired
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If the thorn of a rose is the thorn in your side
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Then you're better off dead if you haven't yet died
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Better Off Dead
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| Elton John |
