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This is the 3rd of June, 1988

A highly unimportant day

Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan

In a downtown far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd

The city was slow and tired

The Wall Street boys wearing their ties around their neck

Like boxer's towels after a fight

Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop

Looked at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it

Who's that, what's that, what do you mean

I'll never know where I lost my dream

Who's that, what's that, gimme your name

3rd of June, end of game

No looking to the right

No looking to the left

Lenny is a target and always on track

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