Wah, wah, wah, I`m the rocket man,

　　Flying up above so high, like a diamond in the sky, something to lift me up, inside, twice,

　　A fourth time, for this slow rhyme, please hurry it up, we can see your love, a lemon, a crime, and a dime of surprise weed,

　　Have you ever walked the streets of Brooklyn?

　　No, thank you,

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　　This love story, let the dogs out, a sad win, a lime,

　　No, please don`t rhyme,

　　I`m sad, walking home,

　　I want to go to France,

　　Wonder if I could pull it off,

　　Homeless in France,

　　It would push you out,

　　Welp, what about crime?

　　How about stop cursing, something about losing, boo hoo,

　　Something about height,

　　Something, gave me a fright, a light, a kite,

　　Where`d it go?

　　I think I missed it,

　　Maybe flowers,

　　Could work,

　　Doubt you could achieve it,

　　Reality check,

　　Something, something, I`m poor,

　　I guess he was sad,

　　And he died there,

　　The poet,

　　Fell into, hello, how are you,

　　And he walked into the horizon,

　　Wanted to go East,

　　Wanted to feast, on some kitty cats, does heaven have barbecues?

　　Cows must go to heaven,

　　Or how would I eat meat?

　　Up there, between these thighs,

　　And the flood washed us away.