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Heard your name the other day |
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It's been a long long time |
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Ancient history some would say |
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Another state of mind |
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You smell of memory |
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Felt tipped electric child |
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She takes the plastic pill, she plays "The Weatherman" |
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She screams "Religion kills more than it saves a man" |
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She painted filigrees, she was the Acid Queen |
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She claims "Society is just a fever dream" |
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Now you live in the trees and salty seas |
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Trippin' out in the blue skies |
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You shut the door on everythin' |
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Too busy gettin' high |
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And me, just another dream theory |
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Lost inside your eyes |
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She's not in your history books, lost her mind and kept her looks |
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Down beneath the radar screen, she's lit up like gasoline |
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Been through a million kicks, lookin' for the one that sticks |
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Never would've known it then, I might not see her again |
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Top hat and tails for thrills |
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Red lips and famous hands |
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Sidelong and glancin' still |
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In tiny dancer land |
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We kissed, time slipped |
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Hard edged tight lipped |
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See you sometime |
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Ask me if I care |
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For Karen |
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Miss Communication |
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Karen |
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Karen |
