It sleeps inside of him.
He wears a smile on his shirt;
he lives rock'n'roll in New York
and he drives bike for living.
Cambridge does not care
about Easter or my birthday;
pause is as short as my hair,
rhytm is the bay.
Don't try to change my opinion
about this form of art,
'cause times are getting tough
and music's all I've got.
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