Tono: F
Introducción:
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From a dead beat to an old greaser here's thinking of you.
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You won't remember the long nights
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coffee bars and black tights and white thighs
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in shop windows where blonde assistants
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fully-fashioned a world
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made of dummies with no mummies or daddies to reject them
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When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows did F.B.I
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And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture
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Sat in a station sharing wet dreams
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of Charlie Parker Jack Kerouac Rene Magritte
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to name a few of the heroes
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who were too wise for their own good
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left the young brood to go on living without them.
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Old queers with young faces who remember your name
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though you're a dead beat with tired feet
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two ends that don't meet.
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To a dead beat from an old greaser
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Think you must have me all wrong
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I didn't care friend.
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I wasn't there friend
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If it's the price of a pint that you need ask me again.