Immediate Somewherelseness
Beau
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He was 13
Under the spell of Afternoon talk shows
Mirror, Mirror
Another young boy on the telly, on the tube, totally tubular
Or was he a girl?
She looked so happy in her flamboyance
A tragedy turned into a drop of joy
She was no longer a sad teenage boy
She was no longer a sad teenage boy
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Immediate Somewherelseness
She took him to a state of quandary
Listen to her story:
She touched his head
Luxurious red hair
So shocked she was by the blood, by the blood, by the blood
Running-diggity down down her hand
In horror she forgot who she was
Though one consideration tethered some joy
She was no longer a sad teenage boy
She was no longer a sad teenage boy
She was no longer a sad teenage boy
She was no longer a sad teenage boy
Find your happiness where you like it …