Avenue A Shanghai Hollywood

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Once upon a time there was a princess man
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He had the special powers of the checkout scan
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He could price out any product from the UPCs
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But he couldn't see the forest for the symmetries
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A perfect paranoia now engulfs my pets
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That I'm using them as simple social safety nets
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I wish this loneliness upon myself, I'm told
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Cause both puppy chow and vengeance are a dish served cold

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Meeting with the neighbor traps you in a chat
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The dog is kind of bored until she lays down flat
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I just walk out and wander like a floating bag
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And a city dog can always get a hearty wag

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So face it, you can't win, who has to try this hard?
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I guess the ace that's in my sleeve is just a pity card
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But I know I rod e a camel from this camera shot
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And I must've had some sexy times that I forgot
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I wait to fall in love, I wait to see Brazil
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I wait to see if plants survive my windowsill
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I wait to see the Northern lights I always missed
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Like chicken breast, it's piled in my bucket list

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But with laughter and with pain that's a broken heart
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When happy ever after is the way it starts
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But if there's potholes in the rock and roll I tell
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At least it's still a pothole on the road to hell

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Avenue A was once enthused I guess
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In retrospect compared to all this plywood mess
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Like a dog sits in depression touching chin to floor
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No one with a job has got the dough no more
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Now he's packing heat and gigging in Shanghai
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And no one knows he's secretly a famous guy
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An everlasting fire burns among the cancer smoke
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Like a journalist still asking "what is antifolk?"

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Anyone can catalogue the reasons here
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Any rationale can be a thing I think
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Any word of welcome can be sweet and clear
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With a hidden scammy virus in the hyperlink

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But tell us little stories till we feel more good
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Tell us little stories just like Hollywood
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Tell us little stories so the hours pass
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As we row to reach the island of the middle class

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