| Meet me at Angelica’s for the final scene
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| In black and white Helvetica you’ll find the Village green
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| Doctor or doctrine, mirror or mirage
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| Stockholm syndrome metaphors, blame it all on mom
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| I thought about a conversation
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| As it played back in my head
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| I think I had a revelation
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| Sick of callin up the dead
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| Everything’s gonna be ok, gonna be all right, gonna be ok yeah
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| Purple hearts and question marks, she’s still dressed to kill
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| Coffee shops and confidantes, is she a friend of Bill?
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| The promise of another year, a birthday in the fall
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| For a mighty moment dear, we almost had it all
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| I thought about a conversation
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| As it played back in my head
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| I’m gonna make the transformation
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| Just like Bowie in Berlin
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| Everything’s gonna be ok, gonna be all right, gonna be ok yeah
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| Twenty second Century and the great beyonds
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| Cinderella liberty, gonna die like swans
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| I thought about our conversation
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| As it played back in my head
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| I’m gonna make the transformation
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| Sick of callin up the dead
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| I think I’ll have a revelation
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| Many happy returns
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| I’m gonna make a transformation
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| While the candle still burns
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| Everything’s gonna be ok, gonna be all right, gonna be ok yeah
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| Right now let the DJ play
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| Let the sad guitar carry you away
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| Everything’s gonna be ok, gonna be all right, gonna be ok yeah
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| Meet me at Angelica’s |