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I woke up this morning from a crazy dream: |
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The Earth was a turning ball of fire. |
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Satan and the Pilgrims had wiped the scene, |
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And I became their twisted gun for hire. |
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Don't let 'em getcha, boy, now use your head, |
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the lights they're coming 'round again. |
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"Run like a demon, boy," is what they said, |
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and then began to count from one to ten. |
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So now I'm tryin' to get out of the city. |
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You know where right can be found: |
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The beaten side of town... |
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Won't never let you down. |
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I woke up this morning from a crazy dream: |
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The Earth was a burning ball of fire. |
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I crawled right inside the spaces in-between, |
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A miracle of science to admire |
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But everybody knows the way the story goes: |
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She'll love you once and leave you once again. |
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The wind sends a shiver from your head to toes, |
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Whispers that you've reached your living end |
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So now I'm tryin' to get out of the city. |
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You know where right can be found: |
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The beaten side of town... |
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Don't never let me down. |
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I woke up this morning from a crazier dream: |
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The Earth was a churning ball of fire. |
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The Dragunovs were sniping |
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as I swam upstream, |
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And then I saw a temple with a spire |
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There was a sign saying "Welcome all you deists, agnostics, and Buddhists, Muslims and Christians, Caucasians, junkies and wrecker-heads, blue-lights and deadbeats, homos and heteros and Negroes and down-lows, |
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Speed-freaks and tweakers, pimps without sneakers, the handy the pure and the atheist Nehru, and the peoples from countries in far-away places, stupid ideas that the public embraces." |
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We all were invited with mostly resignation |
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But that was only a dream... |
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The beaten side of town, |
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And now I'm goin' down. |
