It's The Real Tuesday Weld with last words. Over Elgin Avenue

A helium balloon

Disappears into the sky

Yeah disappears into the sky You give some money

To a junkie

Watch as the sunny day drifts high

Come tell you

Why You said you loved me, and I kind of believe that

But these days

Who knows

What it means

So we sat by the

Laundarette with magazines and cigarettes

Talked about a million other things

These are the last I never saw the way.

I never saw the world look the way.

The city looked to me today.

I never thought

the end

would come

this way

these

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