| And the moment will come when composure returns
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| Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
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| And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
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| Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
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| Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
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| And for once in your life you’ve got nothing to say
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| And could this be the time when somebody will come?
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| To say, «Look at yourself, you’re not much use to anyone»
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| Take a walk in the park, take a Valium pill
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| Read the letter you got from the memory girl
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| But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
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| Yeah, it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
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| And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
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| And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
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| Of the United States of Calamity, hey
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| After all that you’ve done, boy, I know you’re going to pay
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| In the morning you come to the ladies' salon
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| To get all fitted out for The Paperback Throne
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| But the people are living far away from the place
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| Where you wanted to help, it’s a bit of a waste
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| And the puzzle will last 'till somebody will say
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| «There's a lot to be done while your head is still young»
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| If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
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| Then the moment will come and the memory will shine
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| Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
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| Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
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| Then you go to the place where you’ve finally found
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| You can look at yourself, sleep the clock around |