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Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother
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and the tears she cried, they were cried for none other
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than her little boy lost in a little world that hated
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and that dared to drag him down, her little boy courageous
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who chose his words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood
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Hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts
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they all spoke through you.
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Hey Jack, now for the tricky part,
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when you were the brightest star, who were the shadows?
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Of the San Francisco beat boys you were the favorite.
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Now they sit and rattle their bones and think of their blood stoned days.
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You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood
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The hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts,
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in Chinatown howling at night.
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Allen baby, why so jaded?
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Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded?
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Billy, what a saint they've made you,
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just like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls' Day.
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You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood
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Cool junk booting madmen, street minded girls
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in Harlem, howling at night.
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What a tear stained shock of the world,
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you've gone away babe, without sayin’, saying goodbye.