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Here I go, it must be four in a row |
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I gotta get my head down tonight |
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But you know I know when the streets are aglow |
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I'll be heading for the city of light |
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You need talkin' to me? |
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'Cause I don't wanna know, no no no |
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You can't even see |
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What's already on show, oh oh oh |
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I'm hitting my prime and you're wasting my time |
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You're denominator commonest low |
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My head's burning up and I'm down on my luck |
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See you in the 48th row |
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With a matchbox full and a sulfurous skull |
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Trying to set my mind to rights |
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I'm gonna burn, burn, burn, as the universe turns |
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Out of mind and out of sight |
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You need talkin' to me? |
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'Cause I don't wanna know, no no no |
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You can't even see |
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What's already on show, oh oh oh |
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Baseball Bill went in for the kill |
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He blew it when he found his soul |
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Lost his will to live when he saw someone give |
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'Cause giving always takes its toll |
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You need talkin' to me? |
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'Cause I don't wanna know, no no no |
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You can't even see |
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What's already on show, oh oh oh |
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You talkin' to me? |
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'Cause I don't wanna know, no no no |
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You can't even see |
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What's already on show, oh oh oh |
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Ooh, Baseball Bill |
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Ooh, Baseball Bill |
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Ooh, Baseball Bill |
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