Lyrics of
Lassie Come Home

Lonely boy gazing on the afternoon
People drifting across the surface of the twilight day
There's a Little Yellow Man, standing by the railway station
Painting portraits on the brickwalls of Billie Holloway
Lovely Lady S.M.I2.L.E.
Dance, my dear, I'm only operating on "Lassie Come Home"
"This was authentic you" she spoke,
"This was authentic you who blew me cold"
He had no chance to realise, it hit her straight between the eyes
So I've been told
In the park, she's giving out some photographs
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