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HOW CAN IT BE . . . . .

That I will be reduced to a pile of ash?
they said that it resulted from a nasty little rash,
surely, I should have lived a long forever,
when my persona was full of such good endeavour.

But not to worry, I came back as someone called Jack,
They said that I looked familiar - 'Are you alright Mac?
I didn't tell them who I was before, they wanted more,
then it transpired that I got that rash from a bloody whore.

I said to Branden Flowers - 'I'll see you at Glastonbury,'
he said l, 'Okay Jack, sucker, I'll wave at you distantly, '
my girlfriend looked like my boyfriend, someone told me,
I had to forget the past and someone I'll never be.

When I looked at that star in the sidewalk today,
I knew that Jack had 'made it' and went back to LA.

 

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