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I was an idiot in utero |
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Somehow missed New Mexico |
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Fell to earth in Baltimore I know |
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Now they lay case in empty rooms |
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Birthday cards and red balloons |
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And me, I know, I know, I know, I know |
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I invited Johnny Legs and Jackie-O |
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Empty parties filled with people I don't know |
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I am rich and in the radio |
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I dream on my TV |
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Dislocation, dislocation |
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I'm fading out in stereo |
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I don't remember me |
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Dislocation, dislocation |
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Telling lies and taking shots |
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Getting laid in parking lots |
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Getting high and getting caught, I know |
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All my broken paper planes |
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Parachutes and window panes |
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I'm a shooting star gone novocaine, I know |
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So I write to all the girly magazines |
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Splash my passion on the pages in between |
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I am rich and in the radio |
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I dream on my TV |
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Dislocation, dislocation |
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I'm fading out in stereo |
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I don't remember me |
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Dislocation, dislocation |
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Rising from the afterglow |
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A dodo bird with polio |
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And me, I know, I know, I know, I know |
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I play with a rock and roll band on a subway |
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It keeps me far away from the gamma rays |
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We lit between the boom boom crash and the fade away, |
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I know |
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Oh co-come on wake up the congregation |
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We will see the light tonight |
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The spark the flash the bang the bite |
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I know, I know, I know I know know know know know know |
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I am rich and in the radio |
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I dream on my TV |
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Dislocation, dislocation |
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I could fade away in stereo |
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And you won't remember me |
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Dislocation, dislocation |
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If they dropped a bomb on London |
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Swallow LA with the sea |
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Dislocation, dislocation |
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Say a prayer for Oklahoma |
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Say another one for me |
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Dislocation, dislocation |
