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And this is good old Boston,
The home of the bean and the cod,
Where the Lowells talk only to Cabots,
And the Cabots talk only to God.
Well I looked at my watch and it said a quarter to five,
The headline screamed that I was still alive,
I couldn't understand it, I thought I died last night.
I dreamed I'd been in a border town,
In a little cantina that the boys had found,
I was desperate to dance, just to dig the local sounds.
When along came a
🎽 -- 🍧 -- 💃 -- 📀 -- 🎄 -- 💄 -- 🌏 -- 🐊 -- 🌽 -- 👹 -- 📘 -- 🐛 -- ⚡ -- 🎈 -- 📒
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