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I was born in a cross-fire hurricane |
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And I howled at my ma in the driving rain, |
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But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! |
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But it's all right. I'm jumpin' jack flash, |
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It's a gas! gas! gas! |
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I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag, |
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I was schooled with a strap right across my back, |
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But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! |
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But it's all right, I'm jumpin' jack flash, |
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It's a gas! gas! gas! |
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I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead. |
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I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled. |
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I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread. |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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I was crowned with a spike right thru my head. |
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But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! |
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But it's all right, I'm jumpin' jack flash, |
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It's a gas! gas! gas! |
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Jumping jack flash, it's a gas |
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Jumping jack flash, it's a gas |
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Jumping jack flash, it's a gas |
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Jumping jack flash, it's a gas |
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Jumping jack flash |
