you all know the story
or maybe you don't
the housewife who ran amok and
killed her children
the drug addict homeless woman who flipped out on the train
love, real love, that did this to her
she continued to live
a shipwreck they made of her
in Scandinavia where people have no problems
is the highest suicide rate
maybe you know, maybe you don't
some 200 African slaves were buried here
but hey they won't harm you they're dead now
you can build build build this is Manhattan there isn't enough space
Feb 18 is 2/18
spring the spring the spring the spring
an old bedspread, the hairs of a cat, a roll of tape
that was our love story
I fell I fell I fell I fell
while they rang the bells at
bellevue bellevue
in French that is beautiful vision
Belle Reve Beautiful Dream
Belle Vue Beautiful Vision
Tony is Time Out New York
where you're standing
names, faces unknown
you all know the crazy woman on the train
or in Mc Donalds
they say real love did that to her
build your towers
precious twins precious precious twins
they are dead they are not dead
they love you they hate you
and they love you and they hate you
no it wouldn't wouldn't fall here
no the mask wasn't hers it wasn't hers no it wasn't hers it will never be hers
more cigarettes more cigarettes
no it wasn't her it wasn't me it wasn't her
it wasn't me it wasn't her
waiting in a beautiful vision
a beautiful vision
it wasn't me it wasn't her
they were all watching TV waiting for me
no they won't haunt you the dead
have better things to do
(such as what? )
no
you all know the story of
that awful face in the window
of the cat hairs on the bedspread
I shouldn't laugh no really
the smell the smell the smell
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