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The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
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The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
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From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was
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generating
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Another boy was sliding up the hallway
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He merged perfectly with the hallway,
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He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway
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The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
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but the movie kept moving as planned
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The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
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He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in
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Johnny
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The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
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started crashing his head against the locker,
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started crashing his head against the locker,
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started laughing hysterically
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When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being
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surrounded by
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horses, horses, horses, horses
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coming in in all directions
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white shining silver studs with their nose in
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flames,
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He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses,
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horses, horses.
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Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
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Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it
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goes like this
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Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
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And you twist the twister like your baby sister
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I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig
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your baby sister
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Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet
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pee pee,
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Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose
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control,
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Got to lose control and then you take control,
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Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it
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like that,
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Like it like that, like it like that, like it like
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that,
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Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi
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Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his
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sperm coffin
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Angel looks down at him and says, "Oh, pretty boy,
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Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?"
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Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
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Taped to his chest there's the answer,
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You got pen knives and jack knives and
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Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
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Then he cries, then he screams, saying
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Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my
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brain
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And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
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Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
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Smith Patti
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And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi
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There's a little place, a place called space
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It's a pretty little place, it's across the
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tracks,
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Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like
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it like that,
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You like it like that, you like it like that, you like
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it like that,
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And the name of the band is the
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Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
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Twistelettes,
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Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
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Twistelettes
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Baby calm down, better calm down,
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In the night, in the eye of the forest
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There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
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I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a
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stair,
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I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw
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that
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up there -- there is a sea
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up there -- there is a sea
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up there -- there is a sea
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the sea's the possibility
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There is no land but the land
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(up there is just a sea of possibilities)
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There is no sea but the sea
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(up there is a wall of possibilities)
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There is no keeper but the key
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(up there there are several walls of possibilities)
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Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes
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possibilities.
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(up there)
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I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
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I was standing there with my legs spread like a
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sailor
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(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my
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knee
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(on the screen)
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And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold
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flame
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(in the heart of man)
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The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
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Gradually lapping into sea horses
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He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his
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smooth throat
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(the spoon)
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And let it deep in
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(the veins)
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Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
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It started hardening
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Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
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It started hardening in my hand
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And I felt the arrows of desire
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I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a
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brainiac-amour
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But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the
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(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)
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And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
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Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...
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Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and
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encircling
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Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're
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together twining
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Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
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And my fingers all entwined through the air,
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I could feel it, it was the hair going through my
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fingers,
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(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
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The hairs were like wires going through my body
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I I that's how I
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that's how I
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I died
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(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were
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after)
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(they knew what they were after)
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[Everything on the current] moved up
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I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too
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unbelievably smooth,
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Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the
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possibility
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Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of
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possibilities
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There's no land but the land
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looked at my hands, and there's a red stream
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that went streaming through the sands like fingers,
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like arteries, like fingers
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(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)
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He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
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He opened his throat (your eyes)
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His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad
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pituitary glands
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The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched
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that nobody heard,
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No one heard that cry,
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No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his
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throat,
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(His fingers)
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Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of
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jelly,
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And so he seized the first
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(his vocal chords shot up)
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(possibility)
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(like mad pituitary glands)
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It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate
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(there is nothing happening at all)
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and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into
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the steep
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saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)
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Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking
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meter
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In the sheets
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there was a man
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dancing around
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to the simple |
