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Just got back from the land of Nod |
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Casting dreams on a fishing rod |
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I was tired but now I'm strong |
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I woke, I rose, I wrote this song |
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Back once more to entertain you |
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Here with the bride of the man who loved you |
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It gets dark and I get restless |
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Taking and not giving always left me breathless |
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Here again, I'm glad to be here |
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When pop songs end why do I feel fear |
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When parties die at 3 a.m. |
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Why I always have to wind 'em up again |
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This is my big comeback |
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Angel, saboteur, a throwback |
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Come on, dust off the eight track |
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Let me in |
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Stand right up and hear my story |
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I dug ditches on the road to glory |
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I painted signs on the path to fame |
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Cul du sac, turn around, don't come this way again |
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Some angel dust, and a pint of wine |
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Now I'm with you and I should be fine |
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I'll call you when I'm back in town |
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The sun is cold and it's going down |
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This is my big comeback |
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I'm an angel, a saboteur, a throwback |
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Come on, dust off the eight track |
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And let me in |
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Come on, come on, let me in |
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That's the price I pay for being famous |
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And that's the price I pay for being shameless |
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Get out of bed, I'm gonna beat your life |
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Get out of bed, I'm gonna beat your life |
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Oh, get out of bed I'm gonna beat you |
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Get out of bed I'm gonna beat you |
