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Flash in the pan, little boy lost again,

which reality has mistaken me?

Pleasure or pain, the old man's at it again

with his thumb in his mouth, chipped and bleeding.

Never forget, smoking two cigarettes on the outskirts of town, peeking over.

This is only a test written strictly in jest,

there is an elegant charm in going nowhere

It's a red letter day, let the orchestra play before they cart you away,

the ship is sinking.

We should all settle down and keep our ears to the ground,

have the last few days been feeling hazy?

There's a lightness to things when the old woman sings,

and let the freedom bell ring for whom it's tolling.

It's all part of the show, the river ebbs and it flows

and the pendulum slows, it's coming back now.