Grace Cathedral hill All wrapped in bones of setting sun All dust and stone and moribund I paid twentyfive cents to light A little white candle For a New Years Day I sat and watched it burn away Then turned and weaved Through slow decay We were both a little hungry So we went to get hot dog Down to Hyde Street Pier The light was slight and disappeared The air it stunk of fish and beer We heard a Superman trumpet Play the national anthem And the world may be long for you Butll never belong to you But on a motorbike When all the city lights Blind your eyes tonight Are you feeling better now? Some way to greet the year Your eyes all bright and Brim with tears The pilgrims, pills, and tourists here Will sink fiftythree bucks to buy A brand new halo Sweet on a greeneyed girl All fiery Irish clip and curl All brine and piss and vinegar I paid twentyfive cents to light A little white candle And the world may be long for you Butll never belong to you But on a motorbike When all the city lights Blind your eyes tonight Are you feeling better now?
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