three old men dancing under the lamplight
shaking their sex and their bones
and the boys that we were
an alien nation in therapy
sliding naked and new
like a bad tempered child
on a rain slicked street
and I'm gone gone gone
now I'm older than movies
and I know who's there
when silhouettes fall
and I'm gone
like I'm dancing on angels
and I'm gone through a crack in the past
like a dead man walking
like a dead man walking
david bowie
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