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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeAugust & Everything After
They're wakin up MariaCause everybody else has got some place to goShe makes a little motion with her headRolls over, and says she's gonna sleep forA couple minutes moreI said I'm sorry to MariaFor all the cold-hearted things that I have doneI said I'm sorry by now, at least onceTo just about everyoneShe says I've forgotten what I'm supposed to do todayAnd it slips my mind what I'm supposed to sayWe're getting older and older and olderAnd always a little further out of the wayYou look into her eyesAnd it's more than your heart will allowAnd August and everything afterYou get a little less than you expected somehowWell I stumbled into Washington SquareJust as the sun began to riseAnd I laid down on the lawn of the cathedralAnd laid down and the shadow of St. Mary's in the skyAnd I'm just one of these late model childrenWaiting for the kingBut there ain't no sign of Elvis in San FranciscoIt's just me and I'm playin' this rock and roll thingShe wants to be just like meAnd I want every damn thing I can seeYou know one day you're Daddy's little angelThe next day you're everything he wanted you to beThey dress you up in white satinAnd they give you your very own pair of wingsIn August and everything afterI'm after everythingI said yeah yeah yeah yeah - lalalaWell you got your reservationsAnd you got your seven-million dollar homeYou got the number of some girl in New York CityWho's always wide awakeSo you never spend the night aloneYou got a nasty little habitOf peekin down the shirts of all the little girlsAs they pass you byAnd I wonder when it all catches up to youAnd they finally take you down?Are you gonna cry?Well I already got my diseaseSo take your fuckin filthy hands off of meYeah well I hope you weren't expecting to be crucified?The best that they can doIs to hang you from the nearest treeIt's midnight in San FranciscoAnd I'm waiting here for Jesus on my kneesAnd August and everything afterI want somebody else to bleed for meI said yeah yeah yeah lalalaThey came down from North DakotaWith confidence in the military mindAnd now everyone I know is turning showgirlAnd dancing with their shirt offIn some Las Vegas hotel lineSo I'm going down to Los AngelesTo plead for my immediate releaseAnd the lawyer says, yeah we'll let you goBut you gotta give us a better reasonThan "please, please, please"But I no longer know how to prayI live in dog town and it's a Dalmatian paradeAnd I, I change my spots over and overBut they never seem to fade awayI am the last remaining IndianLooking for the place where the buffalo roamIn August and everything afterMan them buffalo ain't never comin homeAnd I said in August and everything afterMan them buffalo ain't never comin homeI said oh yeah yeah yeah lalala
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