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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Last Time I Saw Richard
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68And he told me all romanticsmeet the same fate somedayCynical and bitter and boring someone in some dark cafeYou laugh, he says you think you're immunego look at your eyesThey're full of moonYou like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell youAll those pretty lies, pretty liesWhen you gonna realize they're only pretty liesOnly pretty lies, pretty liesHe put a quarter in the Wurlitzer, and he pushedThree buttons and the thing began to whirrAnd a waitress came byin fishnet stockings and a bow tieAnd she said "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close. ""Richard, you haven't really changed, " I saidIt's just that now you're romanticizingsome pain that's in your headYou got tombs in your eyes, but the songsYou punched are dreamingListen, they talk of love so sweet, love so sweetWhen you gonna get back on your feet?Love can be so sweet, love so sweetRichard got married to a figure skaterAnd he bought her a dishwasher and a Coffee percolatorAnd he drinks at home now most nightswith the TV onAnd all the house lights left up brightI'm gonna blow this damn candle outI don't want nobody comin' over to my tableI got nothing to talk to anybody aboutAll good dreamers pass this way some dayHidin' behind bottles in dark cafesDark cafesOnly this darknessBefore I get my gorgeous wingsAnd I fly awayOnly a phase, these dark cafe days
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