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I can see Cocteau
Dining with Picasso
I can see Warhol
Photographing Nico
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was never there
I only read the book
I only saw the film
I only dreamed the dream
Until you and me
I can hear Bukowski
Read aloud to John Fante
And there goes Allen
In love with Manhattan
I was never there
I only read the book
I only saw the film
I only dreamed the dream
Until you and me
You and me
We're some kind of stars
In some kind of film
In some kind of love
And the stage is made of these streets we run down
And the beds we love on
Remember this when times get tough
And times are tough
So you reckon Pasolini
Was in love with Fellini
Yeah, well tell it to the landlord
As he's kicking down our door
And it's so chic to be poor
And we should speak French more
And I'll be quoting poetry
When they finally sentence me
No, no, no
We were never there
We only watched the play
We only saw the film
We only dreamed the dream
Until you and me
You and me
We're some kind of stars
In some kind of film
In some kind of love
And the stage is made of these streets we run down
And the beds we love on
Remember this when times get tough
And times are tough
Let me put my arm around your shoulder
You're been down
Tonight we're looking older
Let's buy cheap booze
And run through these backstreets
You'll be Cleopatra and I'm Mark Antony
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