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I made a spike about nine o'clock on a Saturday |
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All eyes hit me as I walked into the door |
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Then ??? and then the guys were fooling in the demin dudes |
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A couple cards played rough stuff, New York, fire island |
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I cased the joint, straining at the scenes |
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I moseyed up to the counter and the tender came a-grinnin' |
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I snapped the smile off his face and scowled 'Give me a bourbon' |
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The mirror on the wall was collecting and reflecting |
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All the heavy bodies ducking, stealing eager for some action |
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The scene screwed me up, I saw some contact |
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Then the big boys, saw me and knew that |
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I'd had too much, floating around |
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Statues alive, seconds are hours |
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Sacks like a hurricane, wrapped in and shattered |
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I was barely holding on to this flying body symphony |
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I guess I dream in pictures, not colors |
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The true free expression I demand is human rights - right |
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I gave my life, I am immortal |
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I'm going, no loss |
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I'm going, no loss |
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I'm going, no loss |
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I'm going, no loss |
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Nightmare, just a bunch of goddamn, rotten, steaming, raw |
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Deal |
