And the actress is relayed
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and the actor comes home late
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And the plays have gone down
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the crowds have scattered way
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Neath the city lights and the street
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No ticket could be beat
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for the beautiful show of shows
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Ah, Broadway only knows
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The great white Milky Way
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it had something to say
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When he fell down on his knees
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after soaring through the air
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With nothing to hold him there
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It was really not so cute
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to play without a parachute
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As he stood upon the ledge
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looking out, he thought he saw a crock
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And he hollered: Look, there are the bells
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And he said: Now, here come the bells
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Here come the bells, here come the bells
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Here come the bells
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Here come the bells [x4]
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The Bells
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| Lou Reed |
