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Run to the newsstand, boy,
for a paper.
Here's the change you will owe.
Pass all the smoking girls
and their babies
where they nurse in the road.

And read me, read
what has taken place.
And we might see
sporting races fruitful today.

Run to the newsstand, boy.
I'm too tired,
but I'll show you the way.
Pass every chain-linked dog,
every fire,
and that music they make.

And read me, read
what building's blowing down.
And we might see
famous faces riding through town.

Run to the newsstand, boy.
I heard maybe
of a chance for some rain.
Pass every preaching man,
talking crazy,
by the bus stop again.

And we may read
the scandals of the fair.
And we might see
foreign photos, love changing hands
somewhere.