Its a mad mans game Making cadences land in golden fields A mad mans game Making the commonplace unreal I cant say why But I have a way of bleeding dry Anything you call a rose From red to white A full bouquet To fucking snow Its a mad mans game I had been spending a lot of time In my expensive furs When the question first occurred to me Is there anything more famous Anything more grand Anything more noble than a folded hand? Fantasy, its a mad mans game At the very least, a younger mans game Id say the only word worth singing Is a name Id say the only name worth singing Is not God Its you Julia As beautiful, and simple as the sun Julia with blue jeans on Julia, as beautiful and simple as the sun Just Julia with blue jeans on I see you there Oh, at the bottom of the stairs Obliterating everything Ive ever written down Was there any other way That you could have been found? Oh Julia with blue jeans on Ohhh ah da da da ...
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