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Harley |
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I been losing my head, I been losing my way |
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I been losing my brain, cells at a million a day |
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I been so disillusioned, I'm on suicide street. |
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I seen everything in every shape |
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I seen 1984 in a terrible state |
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I seen Quasimodo hanging on my gate. |
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Oh! he was so hung-up and wasted |
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Oh! he was so physically devastated |
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He was young enough |
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He was well-slung enough, oh. |
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I seen my own epitaph, I been to heaven and back |
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Was introduced to St. Peter, we were having a chat |
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I felt him losing his mind, I began to retreat. |
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Desdemona and me, we had a ball in a tree |
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She read my palm in a moment, it was shocking to me |
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We were so mystified, we scream out of fear. |
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Oh! she was so hung-up and wasted |
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Oh! she was so physically devastated |
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She was young enough |
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She was well-slung enough, be strong. |
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Well, I been writing a song, we all been singing along |
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It's like a wild schizophrenia wondering where we belong |
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Sling it all out the window, start all over again. |
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Oh, come into my heart, come in and tear me apart |
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I wanna be claustrophobic, got a passion, ha ha |
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I am so confused, I wish I could die, die, die. |
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Oh! she was so hung-up and wasted |
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Oh! she was so physically devastated |
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She was young enough |
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She was well-slung enough. |
