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Running from a shadow down crookedy lanes...
That the people pass by and always remember
A gin soaked lemon meloncholic down on his luck...
Got a picture in his wallet and something in his pocket-oh yeah.
Put you in a corner and talk to you...
Don't try to fidget if his lips turn blue...
Cos he once was flesh and blood just like you...
But now you see him as he is...
A Dead Man.
Outside 25...inside 35...
living la vida not quite certified...
A thin skinned creature something lies stupified in the corner...
Doing his equations.
With too many questions and not enough answers...
And too many critics on his grave are dancers
Where once there was light now there is darkness...
Where once there was joy now there is sadness.
They said...you don't write the poetry like you used to...
Oh just pitied now...like a bird with no song
The Dead Genius.
Tossed from the stars to street kerbs and road grime...
He wanders the city in some kind of madness
missing the target... lost in confusion... shackled a prisoner of some grand illusion
Put you in a corner and talk to you...don't try to fidget if his lips turn blue...
Cos he once was flesh and blood just like you...but now you see him as he is...
Gone.
The Dead Genius...bang! bang!
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Oh your pretty eyes
Oh your pretty eyes
Resting on clouds
Falling on me
Oh your starry smile
Oh your starry smile
Tender for me
It's a remedy
Rare
You gave me wonder
I was six foot under
Or a stone throw away
Rare
and like no other
No other came this way
Say you' ll stay a while...
There could be no other.
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