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The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in
'68
And he told me all romantics meet the same
fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some
dark cafe
You laugh he said you think you're immune
Go look at your eyes they're full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to
tell you
All those pretty lies pretty lies
When you gonna realise they're only pretty
lies
Only pretty lies just pretty lies
He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer and he
pushed
Three buttons and the thing began to whirr
And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings
and a bow tie
And she said "Drink up now it's gettin' on
time to close"
"Richard, you haven't really changed" I said
It's just that now you're romanticizing some
pain that's in your head
You got tombs in your eyes but the songs you
punched are dreaming
Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so
sweet
When you gonna get yourself back on your
feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet Love so sweet
Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee
percolator
And he drinks at home now most nights with
the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want nobody comin' over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this way some day
Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes dark
cafes
Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous
wings and fly away
Only a phase these dark cafe days
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