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The stories of the street are mine,the Spanish voices laugh.
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas,
I met a woman long ago
her hair the black that black can go,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Soft she answered no....
A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes
were smoking out along the open road;
the night was very dark and thick...
When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
this I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.
I finally broke into the prison,
I found my place in the chain.
Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows,
all the...
I came upon a butcher,
he was slaughtering a lamb,
I accused him there
with his tortured lamb.
He said,...
The rain falls down on last year's man,
that's a Jew's harp on the table,
that's a crayon in his hand....
Four o'clock in the afternoon
and I didn't feel like very much.
I said to myself, \"Where are you golden boy,
where...
Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy.
Wounded in the line of duty,
parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail...
I tried to leave you, I don't deny
I closed the book on us, at least a hundred times.
I'd wake up every morning by your side....
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The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then its done
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if its real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Im turning tricks, Im getting fixed,
Im back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Im turning tricks, Im getting fixed,
Im back on Boogie Street.
I guess they wont exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat . . .
[Thanks to gab__67@yahoo.com for these lyrics]
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