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He was groovin' and that was when he coulda sworn the room was movin' |
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But that was only in his mind |
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He was sailin' he never really seemed to notice vision failin' 'cause that was all part of the high |
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Sweat was pourin' he couldn't take it |
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The room was exploding he might not make it. |
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Angel Dust |
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Please, children would you listen. |
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Angel Dust |
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Just ain't where it's at. |
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Angel Dust |
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You won't remember what you're missin', but down some dead end streets there ain't no turnin' back. |
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They were standin' everybody in a circle the whole family listening to the preacher's words |
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Sis was cryin' |
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She alone held all the secrets 'bout his dyin' tears fallin' to earth |
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Maybe her fault |
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He was so trusting |
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God only knew why they was dustin'! |
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Angel Dust |
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Please children would you listen. |
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Angel Dust |
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Just ain't where it's at. |
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Angel Dust |
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You won't remember what you're missin', but down some dead end streets there ain't no turnin' back. |