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The stars and the moon |
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Aren't where they're supposed to be |
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For the strange electric light |
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It falls so close to me |
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Love I come to the ride |
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I'm not sea sick, rolling wave |
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And you know that I am |
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Just trying to get out |
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Oh the glorious sound |
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Oh the one way street |
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But you can't get ... |
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Can't get it down without crying |
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When I'm dressed in white |
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Send roses to me |
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I drink so much sour whiskey |
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I can hardly see |
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And everywhere I've been |
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There's a world that howls my name |
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From the one tiny sting |
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To that vacant fame |
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Oh the deafening roar |
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Remember that's called a one way street |
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And you can't get ... |
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Can't get it down without crying |
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Mysteries aside |
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You can't get out |
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In a psychotropic light |
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You can't get out |
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Love I come to the ride |
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I'm not sea sick, rolling wave |
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As a way that I fall |
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Trying to get out |
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Oh the glorious sound |
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Of the one way street |
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And you can't get ... |
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Can't get it down without crying |
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Oh the deafening roar |
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It's called a one way street |
