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Coney Island Lyrics - Artist : Hop Along
Those old blights
I mean ladies Who hang out on the pier Hear every single mistake Their own children make They try to collide and chide Chucking pistachio shell over the side While young And not so young men Watch for unsavory women throwing stones And grinning They flock upon a lass Like a pack of albatross But now it's October All those people They are gone, gone, gone The sun now focuses its knife-like rays on brand-new roofs In the break of dawn The place was old, and fried, and dirty There was broken glass as far as we could see Even the salty water was unclean I still remember the way you grabbed me On the boardwalk, tenderly You said come here, baby Get your picture taken with me Yeah you said come here, baby Get your picture taken with me |
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