Pleasure Ground
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there’s a bitter rain, an acid pain raging through my head
and when I close my eyes there’s too many fights
too many questions asked, too much said
see the pretty little girl walkin’ down my street, spring in her eyes
she looks my way, gives me a smile
asks me for some money to buy some time
she says: baby, don’t you walk away, c’mon and take my hand
and you’re pretty little grey grey world will turn to green and red
hand through my hair, voice in my ear, saying
baby don’t you wanna be my queen tonight?
I’m not here to make a living, not here to make new friends
but I truly sympathize
dancin’ bodies on the floor, love it ain’t nothing more
but just another tune to dance to
next time around let me take you
down to the pleasure ground
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