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She climbs into the bed, she pulls the covers overhead
And she turns her little radio on She's had a rotten day, so she hopes the DJ's Gonna play her favourite song It makes her feel much better, brings her closer to her dreams A little magic power makes it better than it seems |
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Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd In the name of God my father I'll fly |
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People try to put us down
(Talking ’bout my generation) Just because we get around (Talking ’bout my generation) Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talking ’bout my generation) I hope I die before I get old (Talking ’bout my generation) |
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Rebel souls
Deserters we are called Chose a gun and threw away the sword Now these towns They all know our name 6-gun sound is our claim to fame I can hear them say |
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Well you walk into a restaurant all strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shaking off the cold You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can All the same old cliche's, is it woman is it man? You always seem outnumbered, so you don't dare make a stand |
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And the sign says "Long-haired freaky people need not apply"
So I put my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why He said you look like a fine outstanding young man, I think you'll do So I took off my hat, I said "Imagine that, huh, me working for you" |
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I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name He said "You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away" |
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I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand,
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain. He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's, Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein. |
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Heart breaker, soul shaker
I've been told about you Steamroller, midnight stroller What they've been saying must be true |
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At home
Drawing pictures Of mountain tops With him on top Lemon yellow sun Arms raised in a V And the dead lay in pools of maroon below Daddy didn't give attention, ohh To the fact that mommy didn't care |
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I'm waiting by the phone
Waiting for you to call me up and tell me I'm not alone Cause I want somebody to shove I need somebody to shove I want somebody to shove me |
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All my friends are Indians
All my friends are brown and red, spoonman All my friends are skeletons They beat the rhythm with their bones, spoonman |
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Baby here I am
I'm the man on the scene I can give you what you want But you gotta' come home with me I have got some good old lovin' And I got some more in store When I get through throwin' it on you You gotta' come back for more |
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Standing in line to see the show tonight,
And there's a light on, Heavy glow. By the way I tried to say I'd be there, Waiting for. Dani the girl is singing songs to me, Beneath the marquee, Overload. |
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If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman. If I’m alive and well, will you be There a-holding my hand. I’ll keep you by my side With my superhuman might, kryptonite |
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I don't practice santeria
I aint got no crystal ball. Well, I had a million dollars but I I'd spend it all, If I could find that heina and that sancho that she's found, well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down. |
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Shalalala la la la Uh huh..
I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamenco dancer You know she dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful We all want something beautiful Man I wish I was beautiful |
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Now maybe
I didn't mean to treat you bad But I did it anyway And then maybe Some would say your life was sad But you lived it anyway And so maybe Your friends they stand around they watch you crumble As you falter down to the ground |
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Yeah, it's fine
We'll walk down the line Leave our rain, a cold Trade for warm sunshine You my friend I will defend And if we change, well I Love you anyway Everyday it's something Hits me all so cold Find me sittin' by myself No excuses, then I know |
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She's really upset with me again,
I didn't give her what she likes. I don't know what to tell her, Don't know what to say. Everything got funky last night. She was really bombed, And I was really blown away, Until I asked her what she wanted, And this is what she had to say: A pearl necklace. |
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