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Yello
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3rd Of June
Lyricist:Dadomo, Scabies, Sensible, Vanian, Ward
This is the third of June, nineteen eighty eight A highly unimportant day Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan In a downtown far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd The city was slow and tired The wall street boys wearing their ties around their neck Like boxers towels after a fight Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop Looked at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean I'll never know where I lost my dream Who's that, what's that, gimme your name Third of June, end of game
No looking to the right No looking to the left Lenny is a target, always on track Lenny is a target, nobody shoots Lenny is a target lost the route Ruins of a childs old fantasy Ruins of a child was Miami Lenny is a target, nobody shoots Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Lenny is a target lost the route
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean I'll never know when I lost my dream Who's that, what's that, gimme your name Third of June, end of game
Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop Looked at his face Took off his jacket Put it on the pavement Stepped on it And started preaching like a monk from another world After some minutes, he had a little crowd Which disappeared when a police car passed by slowly Like rolling gloom And Mr. Toomy throws his voice 'til he was the only one in the area At this early night of June third, nineteen eighty eight
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean I'll never know when I lost my dream Who's that, what's that, gimme your name Third of June, end of game
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