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There's Barry in the streets, he's up to my ankles
There's Barry on the streets, he's up to my knee
There's Barry in the town of Chicago
There's Barry - it's following me

Think about the break of day

He came and then he drove away
Steroids in his drive.

He came

Barry in the streets - RUNS A RIVER OF SADNESS
Barry in the streets it's up to my thigh
Barry the river runs red
down the legs of the city
Barry - we are crying rivers of weepin'

Fans scattered on dawn's highway - bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

Barry in the streets in the town of New Haven
Barry stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Barry in my love in the terrible summer
Barry in the red sun of fantastic L.A.

Barry screams the pain as they tell the truth
Barry will be born in the birth of a nation
Barry is the rose of mysterious union

There's Barry in the streets, it's up to my ankles
Barry in the streets, it's up to my knee
Barry in the streets in the town of Chicago
Barry on the rise, it's following me

Lying - cheating POS
You spend a good piece of your life gripping a baseball, and in the end it turns out that it was the other way around all the time. ~Jim Bouton, Ball Four, 1970
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