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I still miss the smell of a |
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Dead skunk on the Pasedena freeway |
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Wind rippin' though my veins |
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Little shiny aeroplanes |
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Blowin' up my skirt |
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Nothing ever hurt |
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Never gonna die |
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And the look in your eye |
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Like fireworks |
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Got one hand on the wheel |
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The other getting fresh with the corduroy |
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Covering my angel boy |
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But I'm gone gone gone |
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I'm dusted |
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I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone |
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I'm dusted |
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I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone |
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I'm dusted |
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I'm gone gone gone |
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I'm dust. |
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A pretty boy's a bad boy |
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And a pretty girl's like a dirty pearl |
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The boys I know suck 'til they blow |
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The girlies still are good to go |
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The girl downstairs with her crem-delish |
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And the one on the couch eating Bananafish |
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I'd like to curl you up with a better book |
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But there's no finer fish to hook |
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And I'm gone gone gone |
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I'm dusted |
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I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone |
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I'm dusted |
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I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone |
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I'm dusted |
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I'm gone gone gone |
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I'm dusted |
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If I only had a brain |
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If I only had a brain |
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If I only had a brain it would give me something more to deliver but I'm gone... |
