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 Is this thing on?How's everyone doing?Anyone waiting?Anyone wanting?Anyone bored?

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What's Johnny doing out on a Tuesday night? Johnny can’t read, Johnny can't write Kids just don't understand Johnny don’t care about the world As long as he can do his girl And prove that he's a man He got wasted, eating ludes He's teenage and best of all Getting high proving he's cool Johnny hates to think that he's ignorant He's a mindless brainwashed bitch Ring a bell and he starts to

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Today's the Macy's Day parade The night of the living dead is on its way With a credit report for duty call It's a lifetime guarantee Stuffed in a coffin ten percent more free Red-light special at the mausoleum Give me something that I need Satisfaction guaranteed to you What's the consolation prize? Economy sized dreams of hope When I was a kid I thought I wanted all the things that I

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Sit still, take a trip into my eyes You're unstable still to my suprise Be honest but never catch my lies Don't say you're the one who always tries And don't say... Really are you in this 'cause I can feel you pulling away Not to mention all the things you'd never say Now my visions gone to hell I keep it in a box... with my memories Don't bother with me... I can't take it I'll be in the

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I'm packed and I'm holding I'm smiling, she's living, she's golden And she lives for me She says she lives for me Ovation Of her own motivation She comes round and she goes down on me And I make her smile It's like a drug for you Do ever what you want to do Coming over you Keep on smiling, what we go through One stop to the rhythm that divides you And I speak to you like the chorus to the

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Get away from me This isn't gonna be easy But I don't need you Believe me You got a piece of me But it's just a little piece of me And I don't need anyone And these days I feel like I'm fading away Like sometimes when I hear myself on the radio Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me lately? I was out on the radio starting to change Somewhere out in America, it's starting to rain Could you

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Got a big plan, his mind's set, maybe it's right At the right place and right time, maybe tonight In a whisper or handshake sending a sign Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind Late night, in passing, mention it flip to her Best friend, it's no thing, maybe it slipped but the slip turns to terror and a crush to like when she walked in he froze up, leave it to fright It's cute in a

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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 So come dance the silence down through the morning Sha la, la, la, la, la, la, la Yeah Cut up, Maria! Show me some of

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His feet are dirty And his face, his face is long And while he's peeking out Through his hair he hides the pain Till that Lennon song comes along He'll turn it off and say can you drive? Jimmy, we need to borrow this for a minute 'Cause we need to escape Now there's so many things that He's gonna do in 5 lifetimes Hell I could do 'em all Yeah and while he's rolling his own smokes He says to

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Thank you for coming.

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