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I ran down the road, pants down to my knees |
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Screaming "please come help me, |
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that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me!" |
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And I'm writing a novel because it's never been done before |
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First house that I saw I wrote house up on the door |
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And told the people who lived there |
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they had to get out "cause my reality is realer than yours" |
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And there's no time for the present |
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And there's a black dog on the bed |
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I went to the backyard to burn my only clothes |
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And the dog ran out |
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and said "you can't turn nothing into nothing is with me no more" |
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Well I'm no doctor but that monkey might be right |
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And if he is I'll be walking him my whole life |
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I rode to Malibu on a dune buggy with Neil |
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He said "you're gonna have to drive me down on the beach |
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if you ever want to write the real" |
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And I said "I'm sorry, young man what is your name again?" |
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Now everywhere I go in West Hollywood |
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It's filled with people pretending they don't see the actress |
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and the actress wishing that they could |
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We could do ayahuasca |
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Baby if I wasn't holding all these drinks |
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Something 'bout the way Violet whips her hair |
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That makes me empty my pockets |
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on the corner to corner bumming twenties |
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as if I was the mayor |
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I don't need any new friends, Momma |
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But I could really use something to do |
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So if you're up for it sometimes |
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I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse |
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Heidegger and Sartre, drinking poppy tea |
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I could've sworn last night I passed out in my van |
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and now these guys are pouring one for me |
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I'll never leave the canyon 'cause I'm surrounded on all sides |
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By people writing novels and living on amusement rides |
