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Ridgway Stan Holiday In Dirt

Youth is truth they say And old is rolled away Grey is shown the door While youth just paints the floor With many colors Bright and rainbow colors Bright

Your key light's bright, your close-up's now This picture could tank, but you'll make out somehow Manhattan calls Ignore Hong Kong Directors ring But you stand

In an old garage Rain is comin' down Half a block away You can hear that sound Powered up by love And electricity Makin' lots of noise And feelin' free

Operator help me There's a sound out in the street And it just keeps getting louder As we speak No one here to help me And for years I've lived alone