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was he a painterunderground majorwasn't he conspiring with Ralph Nader
Sunday afternoons in Central Parkwas he a writera freedom fighterdid he make your world a little brighter
Mondays after dark
Andy Warhol had to diewe don't know whywe don't knownow he's painting passersbyin his corner of the skywas he a thinkera heavy drinkerwas Nixon wrapped around his finger
I've heard crazy Alli swear he waswas he a controllera hip rock n' rollerdid he realize that the war was overor let them go on just because(
Chorus)while Lou's still walking on the wild side(
Chorus)now I've been workingnights at the dinerwhere a soup can serves as my reminderdid he ever draw JF
Khas anyone seen himtalked to him latelywould you tell him that I'm waiting
Sunday afternoons in Central Park
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