[ti:Doc Pomus]
[ar:Ben Folds]
[al:Lonely Avenue]
[by: ]
[00:00.00]Ben Folds - Doc Pomus
[00:02.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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[00:07.20]Man in a wheelchair, lobby of the Forrest
[00:10.58]With freighters, hustlers, hard-up millionaires.
[00:20.71]Mobsters, cops, whores, pimps and Marxist.
[00:24.35]All human life is there.
[00:34.09]Man in a wheelchair listens to the chatter,
[00:37.51]Writes down all the insane crap he hears.
[00:46.85]He can't move around, but it doesn't really matter
[00:50.84]In the Forrest all you need is eyes and ears.
[03:43.17][03:29.86][02:13.21][01:00.50]And out they pour, the hits and the misses.
[03:46.58][03:33.50][02:16.91][01:04.24]Turn Me Loose, Lonely Avenue,
[03:49.64][03:36.76][02:20.19][01:07.55]And down in Nashville, they always sing Suspicion.
[03:53.15][03:40.03][02:23.48][01:10.84]Pomus/Shuman, 1962.
[01:20.51]And he never could be one of those happy cripples,
[01:24.15]The kind that smile and tell you life's OK.
[01:33.59]He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter.
[01:37.28]He found a way to make his feelings pay.
[01:47.01]Back at the Forrest, in the steakhouse of the lobby,
[01:50.61]The diner gets three bullets in the head.
[02:00.54]Doc looks down, eating his linguine,
[02:03.87]Thinking up a lyric for the dead.
[02:39.54]Fred Neil, Jack Benny, crazy Phil Spector,
[02:46.72]Pumpkin Juice and Eydie Gorm
[02:53.31]Damon Runyon Jr. and the Duke's orchestra
[02:59.73]All superhuman life was there
[03:09.51]And he never could be one of those happy cripples
[03:13.24]The kind that smile and tell you life's OK
[03:16.66]He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter
[03:20.11]He found a way to make his isolation pay