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[Verse]
             
 Pushing throu

              
gh the market 

        
square,       

              
so many mother

          
s sighing
             
   News had ju

              
st come over, 

      
             w

e had five yea

rs left to cry

 in
             
 News guy wept

              
 and told us, 

        
              

              
 earth was rea

          
lly dying
             
 Cried so much

              
 his face was 

      
wet,          

then I knew he

 was not lying
             
I heard teleph

              
ones, opera ho

              
use, favourite

           
 melodies
            
I saw boys, to

              
ys electric ir

                
ons and T.V.'s
             
My brain hurt 

              
like a warehou

              
se, it had no 

               
room to spare
 
I had to cram 

so many things

 to store ever

ything in ther

e

[Bridge]               walk from a, b to c on a string
              
And all the fa

            
t-skinny peopl

       
e,            

              
and all the ta

            
ll-short peopl

     
e
              
And all the no

             
body people,  

           
              

              
and all the so

        
mebody people
              
I never though

              
t I'd need so 

     
many people

[Verse]
             
 A girl my age

              
 went off her 

          
head,         

            
   hit some ti

            
ny children
             
 If the black 

              
hadn't a-pulle

              
d her off,    

 
        I thin

k she would ha

ve killed them
             
 A soldier wit

              
h a broken arm

        
,            f

              
ixed his stare

              
 to the wheels

               
 of a Cadillac
             
 A cop knelt a

              
nd kissed the 

              
feet of a prie

        
st,           


 and a queer t

hrew up at the

 sight of that
             
 I think I saw

              
 you in an ice

              
-cream parlour

        
,          dri

              
nking milk sha

              
kes cold and l

    
ong
             
 Smiling and w

              
aving and look

              
ing so fine,  

    
            do

n't think you 

knew you were 

in this song
             
 And it was co

              
ld and it rain

              
ed so I felt l

            
ike an actor
            
 And I thought

              
 of Ma and I w

              
anted to get b

          
ack there
             
 Your face, yo

              
ur race, the w

              
ay that you ta

  
lk

 I kiss you, y

ou're beautifu

l, I want you 

to walk

[Outro]
             
 We've got fiv

              
e years, stuck

            
 on my eyes
            
 Five years, w

               
hat a surprise
             
 We've got fiv

              
e years, my br

              
ain hurts a lo

  
t

 Five years, t

hat's all we'v

e got
             
 We've got fiv

              
e years, what 

           
a surprise
            
 Five years, s

              
tuck on my eye

  
s
             
 We've got fiv

              
e years, my br

              
ain hurts a lo

  
t

 Five years, t

hat's all we'v

e got
             
 We've got fiv

              
e years, stuck

            
 on my eyes
            
 Five years, w

                         
hat a surprise
             
 We've got fiv

              
e years, my br

              
ain hurts a lo

  
t

 Five years, t

hat's all we'v

e got
             
 We've got fiv

              
e years, what 

            
a surprise
            
 Five years, s

              
tuck on my eye

           
s
             
 We've got fiv

              
e years, my br

              
ain hurts a lo

  
t

 Five years, t

hat's all we'v

e got
             
 Five years   

        
        Five y

           
ears      Five

         
 years        

/
  Five years