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All alone I sit at home |
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With my chrome guitar |
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Even Michael Mouse |
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He has a house with someone there |
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You handsome bit*h, you movie twitch |
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And seranade the dudes that move and |
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Smile so vile and masquerade, they masquerade |
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An adjacent kid with a Jamacian lid |
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And switch-blade knife, steals the |
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Truth from your golden tooth then he |
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Turns you in |
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So you hold hands tight on a marble night |
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And maybe dismissed, but know that |
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Zeus is never loose with his Grecian kiss |
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His Grecian kiss |
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Fiery skies in children eyes |
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Fade into youth bleeding blood and tears |
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On all the ears, that heard your gold |
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So you walk the dog and you stroll the fog |
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On a dome sky earth, and lie too hard |
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Is an English bard, you better hide your tracks |
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Better watch your mind |
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Do it to me baby, now |
