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An emotional charge like an electrical spark |
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But the fuses are two, you can't tell them apart |
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When the bodies collide, the bodies emerge back into one |
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The only urge all change in paths |
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But you can't help the and nothing stays still |
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The tiger moves on when its taken its fill |
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But you cling to the part like a shark to its prey |
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When the part doesn't last there's pain, but no one to blame |
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Who's to blame |
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Fail to achieve a basis for collaboration |
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But you cling to the part like a shark to its prey |
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The preacher looked out on my doing today |
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And he said, "Oh, this looks curly to me." |
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Johnny Yen |
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Ladies and gentlemen, here's my disease |
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Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy |
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Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again |
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See the jeaned genie on his high-wire act |
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At the back of his mind lies a suicide pact |
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Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again |
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See the young men itching to burn |
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Waiting for their own star turn |
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Needing danger, a war would do |
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If they can't let it out, they'll pick on you |
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Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again |
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See Houdini and his underwater tricks |
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You were sitting at the front, hoping his locks would stick |
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Watch Knievel hit the 17th bus |
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You got crushed in the souvenir rush |
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Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again |
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I said poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again |
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See the young men itching to burn |
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Waiting for their own star turn |
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Needing danger, a war would do |
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If they can't let it out, they'll pick on you |
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Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again |
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Ladies and gentlemen, here's my disease |
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Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy |
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Come on, somebody, finish him off please |
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Put the poor fool out of his misery, will you |
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Can't you see he's had enough |
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Finish him off, somebody |
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Next! |