BOULEVARD ST.

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Then she slips him a note
As he tightens the spokes
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On his bike wheel
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And sqeezing his eyes tight to burn in the numbers
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He peddles south down boulevard st.

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Past the power lines
And no vacancy signs
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By the drive-thru of a dairy queen

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He makes a left turn on park 
Where the gun shop sign barks
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"no minors!" to the criminals and freaks

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Parking lots are steaming
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As gun metal lamp posts guide innocent cars to the stores
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Donut shops are teeming
With after school delinquents
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And other such children of divorce
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And the loitering laws are ignored
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Call the police in

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Past the u-store-it his uncle ron waves
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He used to own it but those were the seventies
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Up on the rooftops girls are sunbathing
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Their hair is chestnut their bathing suits are scathing

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As the summer drags
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The days are flying past
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In this world where the girls and the food are fast

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Wedding bells are ringing
In the temple of elvis
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As drugged out fiances arrive
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Business is booming
At the 24 screen cineplex
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As patrons emerge and squint their eyes
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And the children cross the street against the light
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Call the police in

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And he pauses at the place
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Where she slapped him in the face when she turned thirteen
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And he eyes the colored flags at the audi and jag dealers
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Yet another dairy queen
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He lives at creekside ridge
Where there's no creek or ridge
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And the gate man has cops on tv
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And the jaded man
At the drive-thru express-o stand
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Mixes up his change for a twenty

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Everybody's singing
Like tone deaf zombies
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At the temple of the nazerene
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"who do they think they're fooling?" 
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As he locks up his bike on the porch
And squeaks open the screen
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And the sound of her answering machine fills the night 

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