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Street in a tickertape parade I want to be there in that crown upon that bright, bright morning And I can tell the world I saw a new day dawning With my
while selling rope to you Oh I was a bird right then, one day I will be again I've been telling jokes while selling rope to you There's no ticker-tape
give to you The brush strokes of my mind And in my ticker-tape parade All the memories of all my failures Would be summoned in And made to walk a step
lying on your bed playing punk rock and stuff Home is a boot camp you gotta escape Wanna go and wander in the ticker-tape Tu sais que c'est ta chance Tu
in the ticker-tape You feel the deal is real You're a New York City boy So young, so run into New York City New York City boy you'll never have
Caught up in a ticker-tape parade. I have learned to stand up and just to walk away, Sometimes the cold hearts aren't worth the love or the hate. Learn
fall Like a million raindrops Falling from a blue sky Kissing your cares goodbye They all fall Like a million pieces A tickertape parade high
In the ticker-tape You feel the deals is real You're a New York City boy So young, so run Into New York City New York City boy You'll never
In the ticker-tape You feel the deals is real You're a New York City boy So young, so run Into New York City New York City boy You'll never
Vous tiez l'vidence, Vous n'tes plus que ? Vous tiez l'vidence, Vous n'tes plus que ? Vous tiez l'ternit, Vous n'tes que do pass. Ticker-tape
the perfect The perfect, the perfect crime It was the perfect crime It was like a ticker-tape parade When the plastique on the safe was blown away And we
the perfect The perfect, the perfect crime It was the perfect crime It was like a ticker-tape parade When the plastique on the safe was blown away And we
In the ticker-tape You feel the deals is real You're a New York City boy So young, so run Into New York City New York City boy You'll never
Gotta get out of TV Just pick a point and go The ticker-tape tangles my feet As I search for a face that I know Come on, tower crane driver
is the time of rejoicing In New York, Chicago, and Los Angeles This is the time of rejoicing Ticker-tape parades This is the time of rejoicing
blood stream I don't know what it was that got in my room. My ticker-tape heart broke and everything shook in here But I learned it could be worse.
business Gotta invest in insect bombs No-pest strips and firearms On the tickertape came the note "Tse-tse fly: no antidote" I was walking through
Queuing up for soup with scabby sores Then they sent us off to war We came back in the '40s and there were wheelchairs, guns and tickertape We poured
Escape from this tickertape God I'm underground Oh yeah A circle's been drwan It's lonely dawn Should I pencil in this emptiness? The lesson I've
it make you proud? What would you do for a king If He kept every promise that He'd ever made Would you get out the tickertape and lead a parade,
No-one ever really dies for you That's not a request that I would make No-one ever really dies for you So disregard the ticker-tape parade No-one ever
And the ticker-tape was in red From the top of the world and now I can't butter my bread A Lehman weekend A weekend like nothing else Yeah You think it can't get any
like a ticker-tape parade Upon our privilege dappled-grey but greed came to flatten the curve. And the clocks struck 12 and the masks came off
the tickertape your words cut with misplaced devotion look as far as the eyes can see close the focus until you are free No end in sight transforms my eyes no end
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