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I was crawling through a festival way out west |
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I was thinking about love and the acid test |
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But first I got real dizzy with a real rockin' gang |
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Then I saw the coma girl, on the excitement gang |
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And the rain came in from the wide blue yonder |
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Through all the stages, I wandered |
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Oh coma girl, on the excitement gang |
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Mona Lisa, on a motorcycle gang |
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Coma girl, coma girl |
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The coma girl was beating with the oil drum gang |
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Some fast food fanatics was burning down a burger van |
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Somebody was wailing off their head |
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Oh! |
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Nobody was rippin' the teen scene dead |
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And the rain, came in from the wide blue yonder |
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I thought you and me might wander... |
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Oh coma girl, on the excitement gang |
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Mona Lisa, on a motorcycle gang |
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Coma girl, coma girl on a motorcycle gang |
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And then the nineteenth hour was falling upon desolation row |
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Some outlaw band, had the last drop on the go |
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Let's siphon up some gas! Let's get this show on the road! |
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Said the coma girl, to the excitement gang |
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Into action, everybody sprang |
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And the oil drums were beating out, doolang, doolang |
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Coma girl on the excitement gang |
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Mona Lisa on a motorcycle gang |
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Coma girl |
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Coma girl |
