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Ah oooh |
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He looked a lot like che guevara, drove a diesel van |
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Kept his gun in quiet seclusion, such a humble man |
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The only survivor of the national people's gang |
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Panic in detroit, i asked for an autograph |
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He wanted to stay home, i wish someone would phone |
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Panic in detroit (oh oh oh aahh, oh oh oh aahh) |
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David Bowie |
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He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloom |
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The police had warned of repercussions |
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They followed none too soon |
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A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive |
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Panic in detroit, i asked for an autograph |
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He wanted to stay home, i wish someone would phone |
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Panic in detroit (oh oh oh aahh, ah ah ah aahh) |
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Putting on some clothes i made my way to school |
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And i found my teacher crouching in his overalls |
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I screamed and ran to smash my favourite slot machine (oh oh oh) |
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And jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights |
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Having scored a trillion dollars, made a run back home |
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Found him slumped across the table. a gun and me alone |
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I ran to the window. looked for a plane or two |
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Panic in detroit. he'd left me an autograph |
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"let me collect dust." i wish someone would phone |
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Panic in detroit |
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Panic in detroit |
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Panic in detroit |
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Aoo |
