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I been losing my head |
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I been losing my way |
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I been losing my brain cells at a milllon a day |
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I been so disillusioned |
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I'm on suicide street |
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I seen everything |
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In every shape |
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I seen 1984 in a terrilble state |
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I seen you ouazimodo |
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Hanging on my gale |
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Oh! he wa so hung-op and wasted |
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Oh! he wa so physically devastated |
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He was young enough |
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He was well-slung enough |
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I seen my own epitaph |
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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 feii him losing his mind |
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So i began to retreat . .. |
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Desdemona a and me |
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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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Oh, we were so mystified |
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Began to scream out of fear |
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Oh! he wa so hung-op and wasted |
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Oh! he wa so physically devastated |
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He was young enough |
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He was well-slung enough |
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I been writing a song |
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We all been singing along |
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It's ilke a wild schizophrenia-wondering where we belong! |
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Sling it all out the window |
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Start all over again . . |
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Come into my heart |
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Come in and tear me apart |
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I wanna be claustrophobic-got a passion-ha ha! |
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I'm so confused i wish i could die |
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Oh! he wa so hung-op and wasted |
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Oh! he wa so physically devastated |
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He was young enough |
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He was well-slung enough |
