This is the city where I live
These are the friends that I have made
Before I hang these aching heels behind
I'd love to make amends
And think of all the time we've spent
Dying on this piano bench
I know when I come home again
You won't be waiting in the wings
They used to keep a bucket on the side of the stage
Where is the bottle Linda left me?
Should I be here at my age in your swimming pool, Brian Jones?
All of these changes I'm feeling are tying ropes to the ceiling
Another dream another night
How can you sleep with all these girlfriends around here?
They're not like yours at all they understand the sickness too
I'm in the scene I smell chlorine I'm clean for you
They used to keep a dolly at the side of the stage
Where are the pills that Linda left me?
Should I be here at my age in your swimming pool Brian Jones?
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