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He got the droop of a fatherless child |
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Almost imperceptible |
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One can't see it with the naked eye |
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Oh, but I can |
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That cardboard lady in the corner store |
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Her sparkle is all painted on |
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Six no good men took all her shine and more |
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Left her youth near |
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SausalitoOh, it's humorless and comical at once |
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Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust |
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Oh, it's humorless |
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They look me over, one up and one down |
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I can tell they're wondering who my people are |
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I say I'm new in town |
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I know it's gonna take a while |
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Oh, it's humorless and comical at once |
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Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust |
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Oh it's humorless, oh it's humorless |
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I speculate and browse the |
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DuraflameWinter in the west coast cool |
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Out by the sea where no one knows my name |
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I'm on the road like |
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Jack, Jack |
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KerouacLike |
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Jack, Jack |
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KerouacLike |
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Jack, Jack |
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KerouacLike |
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Jack, Jack |
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KerouacJack, |
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Jack Kerouac |
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Jack, Jack |
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KerouacJack, |
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Jack Kerouac |
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Jack, Jack |
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Kerouac |
