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| Cagle |
It was raining, it was cold
West Bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old
So he packed his bags and he headed out
To find out what the world's about
He went to France, he went to Spain
He found love, he found pain
He found stores so he started to shop
He had no money so he got in trouble with a cop
Kids in trouble with the cops from Israel didn't have no home
So he cut his hair and moved to Rome
It was there he met his Irish bride
And they rented a flat on the lower east side of Rome
Italy that is
Spoon benders and lots of pretty Italian chicks
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| The New Yorker |
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