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ELisa likes brandy and the Away it hits her lips She's a Brock 'n' roll survivor with Apendulum hips She's got Edeep brown eyesA That've seen it Ball A
EWorking at a nightclub that was Acalled The Avenue The Bbar men used to call her Little LAisa Looney Tunes She went EdownA on almost anyBoneA
From theF#m hard time living 'til theAm Chelsea days From when her Ahair went sweet blonde 'til theB day it turned grey
She said
EL.I.F.E.G.O.AE.S.O.N. You've Bgot more than money and Asense my friend You've got Eheart and you Ago in your own Bway A EL.I.F.E.G.O.AE.S.O.N. What you Bdon't have now will Acome back again You've got Eheart and you Ago in your own Bway A
Some Epeople wear their history like a Amap on their face And BJoey was an artist justA living out of case But his Ebest workA was his letters hBome A
His Estandard works of fiction about iAmaginary success The Bchorus girls in neon were his Aclosest things to friends But to a Ewriter Athe truth is no big dBeal A
From theF#m hard time living to theAm sleepless nights And the Ablack and blue body from the Bweekend fights
He'd say
On myC#m last night on Aearth I won't lEook to the sBky JustC#m breathe in the Aair and Eblink in the Blight On myC#m last night on Aearth I'll pEay a high pBrice ToC#m have no reAgrets and be Edone with my Blife