I believe all that I read now
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night has come off the corners
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shadows flicker sweet end tame
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dancing like crazy mourners
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the man with the hotdogs sells lemonade
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someone over there needs first aid
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while me and the rest of the world
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await the touch of the motorcade
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no one finds time to turn a blind eye
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you can't be too careful nowadays
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and my friend says 'listen..
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to the stupid things they're making you say'
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Here comes the motorcade
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moving so slow and hard
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like a snake in a closet
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holding sway in the boulevard
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here is your man
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all faces turn unanimously
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the small fry who sizzle in his veins
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in all security
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In the back of his car
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into the null and void he shoots
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the man of the centre of the motorcade
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has learned to tie his boots
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in the back of his car
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in the null and void he sees
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the man at the centre of the motorcade
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can choose between coffee and tea
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In the boulevard - the motorcade hold sway
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Motorcade
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Magazine |