Bill Barrat has a simple dream. He calls it his Plan B. Where there are buildings in the sky and the air is sugar free And everyone's very friendly. Well, Plan B arrived on a holiday. He took a cab to the shopping malls, Bought and ate till he could do neither any more Then found love on Channel 44.
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Bill Barrat sent his postcards home To everyone he'd ever known They went, "Fifty-nine cents gets you a good square meal From the people who care how you feel."
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