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Beck - Gamma Ray |
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Trying to hold |
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Hold out for now |
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With these ice caps |
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Melting down |
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With the transistor sound |
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And my Chevrolet terraplane |
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Going round, round, round |
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Come a little gamma ray |
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Standing in a hurricane |
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Your brains are bored |
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Like a refugee |
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From the houses burning |
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And the heat wave's |
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Calling your name |
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She's got On a cactus crown |
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With a dot, dot, dot On her brow |
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And she speaks Inside crowd |
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With the cavalry Turning around |
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Hit me like a gamma ray |
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Standing in a hurricane |
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And I'm pulling out thorns |
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Smokestack lightning out my window |
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I want to know what I've lost today |
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Come a little gamma ray |
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Standing in a hurricane |
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When your body's bored |
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Like a refugee |
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From the houses burning |
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And the backbiters |
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Calling your name |
