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  Pushing through the market square   , so many mothers sighing
  News had just come over, we had   five years left to cry in
  News guy wept and told us   , earth was really dying
  Cried so much his face was wet, and I   knew he was not lying
I heard   telephones, opera house, favorite melodies
I saw   boys, toys, electric irons and TV's
My    brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to    cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny   people,   and all the tall-short   people
  And all the nobody   people,   and all the somebody  
I never thought I'd need so many peo  ple       
  A girl my age went off her head   , hit some tiny children
  If the black hadn't a pulled her off,    I think she would have killed them
  A soldier with a broken arm   , his fixed stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
  A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a   queer threw up at the sight of that
  I think I saw you in an ice cream parlor   , drinking  milk shakes cold and long
  Smiling and waving and looking so fine,   don't think you knew you were in this song
   And it was cold, and it rained, so I felt like an actor
And    I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your    face, your race, the way that you talk
   I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We got   five years, stuck on my eyes -   Five years, what a suprise
We got   five years, my brain hurts alot -   Five years, that's all we got
We got   five years...


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