(Stefan Arngrim & Warren Zevon)
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Told my little Pollyanna
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There's a place for you and me
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We'll go down to Transverse City
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Life is cheap and Death is free
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Past the condensation silos
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Past the all-night trauma stand
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We'll be there before tomorrow
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Pollyanna take my hand
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Show us endless neon vistas
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Castles made of laser lights
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Take us to the shopping sector
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In the vortex of the night
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Past the shiny mylar towers
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Past the ravaged tenements
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To a place we can't remember
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For a time we won't forget
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Here's the hum of desperation
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Heres the test tube mating call
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Here's the latest carbon cycle
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Here's the clergy of the mall
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Here's the song of shear and torsion
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Here's the bloodbath magazine
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Here's the harvest of contusions
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Here's the narcoleptic dream
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Told my little Pollyanna
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Here's a place where we can stay
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We have come to see tomorrow
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We have given up today
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Down among the dancing quanta
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Everything exists at once
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Up above in Transverse City
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Every weekend lasts for months
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Here's the hum of desperation
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Heres the test tube mating call
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Here's the latest carbon cycle
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Here's the clergy of the mall
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Here's the witness and the victim
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Here's the relatives' remains
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Here's the well-known double helix
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Here's the poisoned waves of grain
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Here's the song of shear and torsion
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Here's the bloodbath magazine
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Here's the harvest of contusions
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Here's the narcoleptic dream
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Here's the hum of desperation
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Transverse City
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Warren Zevon |