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jonny was a poor one without hope
and, who knows, happy as he was, what he'd do?
and how i did like him, despite all the ruins
then one day he died, and he died without a thing
experts come and go, but what do i know?
would you hold my hand, as we go to sleep?
and i want you to be able to weep
oh look outside, our city never sleeps
guess that's real neat, guess we've got to compete
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