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On your own |
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On Your Own |
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Holy man tiptoed his way across the ganges |
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The sound of magic music in his ears |
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Videoed by a bus load of tourists |
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Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade. |
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Now, Ive got a funny feeling which I bought mail order |
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From a man in a tee-pee, california. |
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He said he once was the great game show performer |
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Then he blew all his money away, |
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Blew it all away. |
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So take me home, dont leave me alone |
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Im not that good, but Im not that bad |
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No psycho killer, hooligan geurilla |
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I dream to riot, oh you should try it |
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R. e. perot, get gold card soul |
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My joy of life is on a roll |
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And well all be the same in the end |
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Cos then youre on your own |
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Then youre on your own |
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Well, we all go happy day glow in the disco |
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The sound of magic music in our brains |
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Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors |
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Says lord, give me time, for Ive jumped into space |
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Im in outer space. |
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So take me home, dont leave me alone |
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Im not that good, but Im not that bad |
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No psycho killer, hooligan geurilla |
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I dream to riot, oh you should try it |
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R. e. perot, get gold card soul |
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My joy of life is on a roll |
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And well all be the same in the end |
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Cos then youre on your own |
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So take me home, dont leave me alone |
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Im not that good, but Im not that bad |
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No psycho killer, hooligan geurilla |
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I dream to riot, oh you should try it |
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R. e. perot, get gold card soul |
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My joy of life is on a roll |
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And well all be the same in the end |
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Cos then youre on your own |
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Then youre on your own |
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