| Junkies, punks, and Jezebels
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| Stagger and sashay
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| Up and down the boulevard
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| Through them joints and alleyways
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| And outside the Crazy Chicken Lounge
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| Blood-red neon glows
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| Angelina asked Switchblade Charlie, «Have ya’n seen Elijah Rose?»
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| «I ain’t seen him Angie,»
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| Switchblade Charlie said
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| «But he best get out of this town, he’s in over his pretty head
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| He’s been dancing with the devil
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| Stepping on the wrong toes
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| You just save yourself some sorrow
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| Forget Elijah Rose»
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| Anglina’s lips spoke not a word
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| She walked into th Chicken Lounge
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| Found a table by the bandstand
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| Set her tender young body down
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| Alone there in the violence, amid the dreadlocks and ducktails and afros
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| She listened to Downtown Johnny’s guitar, and dreamed of Elijah Rose
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| And like the calm before the storm
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| There was danger all around
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| Downtown Johnny felt it comin'
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| He laid his magic guitar down
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| And all the old-timers swear, the cheap whiskey froze
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| As with a smile on his face and a price on his head
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| In walked Elijah Rose
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| He walked straight to Angelina
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| And kissed her warm red lips
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| He bought the house a round of drinks
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| And gave the waitresses their tips
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| Then he kindly asked Downtown Johnny, to play anything Angelina chose
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| As Angelina stood up to dance with her wild Elijah Rose
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| And they laughed and danced as lovers
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| 'Til there rang a jealous shot
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| Elijah Rose just crumbled
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| Angelina screamed, «Oh God»
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| And with his last breath he found
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| The strength to propose
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| Angelina swore, «Yes I’ll be your soulmate, forever, Elijah Rose»
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| Now junkies, punks, and Jezebels
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| They stagger and sashay
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| Up and down the boulevard
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| Through the joints and alleyways
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| And outside the Crazy Chicken Lounge
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| In ragged widow’s clothes
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| She’s carrying his baby
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| And dancing with a lamppost
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| She’s carrying his unborn child
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| And dancing with his ghost
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| Angelina’s softly humming
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| The last request of Elijah Rose |