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you know, you know |
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if a feller named monroe never fathered bluegrass |
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he would still be unrecognised as the grand wizard of speed metal |
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like if all the king's men wouldn't have to wear red jackets |
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maybe pontiac wouldn't have been traded pox ridden blankets |
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and we'd have finer sky liners |
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complete with feathers breated across the wingspan |
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can the way to 'hey joe' |
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be paved with a grassy knoll |
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and a little monroe |
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way back when the world was flat |
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heading off to the flat lands |
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find yourself another fertile patch of land |
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under another kings command |
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now here we are waking up in somebody else's bed |
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well embedded in somebody else's dream |
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in our head why ever the what we're headed |
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is it like they said, loving to live to regret it |
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and speaking of monroe |
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if kennedy never got shot |
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then monterey would never have hendrix |
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l know, l know |
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if hendrix never found london |
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falling james would never end up on the jerry springer show |
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can the way to 'hey joe' |
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be paved with the grassy knoll |
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and a little monroe |
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monroe |
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bill or marilyn |
