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[Originally by Queen] |
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Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming |
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I was Al Capone |
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There's a rumour going round, gotta clear outa town |
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I'm smelling like a dry fish bone |
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Here come the Law, gonna break down the door, gonna carry me |
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Away once more |
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Never, never, never get it any more |
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Gotta get away from this stone cold floor |
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Crazy |
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Stone cold crazy, you know |
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Rainy afternoon I gotta blow a typhoon and I'm playing on |
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My slide trombone |
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Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore |
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Gotta get away from this stone cold floor |
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Crazy |
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Stone cold crazy, you know |
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Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet with |
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My rubber tommy water gun |
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Here come the deputy, he's gonna come and getta me |
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I gotta get me get up and run |
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They got the sirens loose |
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I ran outa juice |
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They're gonna put me in a cell, if I can't go to heaven |
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Will they let me go to hell |
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Crazy |
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Stone cold crazy, you know |
