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Alright I'm on |
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Johnson Avenue in |
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San Luis Obispo |
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And I'm five years old or six maybe |
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And indications that there's something wrong with our new house trip down the wire twice daily |
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I'm in the living room watching the |
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Watergate hearings while my stepfather yells at my mother |
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Launches a glass across the room, straight at her head, and |
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I dash upstairs to take cover |
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Lean in close to my little record player on the floor |
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So this is what the volume knob's for |
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I listen to dance music |
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Dance music |
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Okay so look |
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I'm seventeen years old |
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And you're the last best thing |
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I got going |
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But then the special secret sickness starts to eat through you |
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What am I supposed to do? |
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No way of knowing |
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So I follow you down your twisting alleyways |
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Find a few cul-de-sacs of my own |
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There's only one place this road ever ends up, and |
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I don't wanna die alone |
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Let me down, let me down, let me down gently |
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When the police come to get me |
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I'm listening to dance music |
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Dance music |