You came exactly on the hour You know such precision worries me I like it but in her mower (?) As you watch me from the balcony Take the stage and take the plunge Break a leg or a bust a lung I'll disarm those who carry guns And neutralize their caustic tongues The shattered fragments of a star Shining with a cruel content We'll make our way to Tommy's Bar While whistling a sad lament That's what you are That's what you are That's what you are That's what you are What you are
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