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Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah
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Yeah, wow! Five, yeah, wow!! Demon-warp is coming alive in 1965 Five, five, yeah!
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And it's windy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows, we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes
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I'm just mad about saffron
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Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landside, No escape from reality
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Starry nights, sunny days I always thought that love should be that way Then comes a time that you're ridden with doubt You've loved all you can and now you're all loved out
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I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
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There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium, And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium,
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Whiskey gave me a broken nose! Whiskey, Johnny! Whiskey made me pawn my clothes, Whiskey for my Johnny O!
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Carry on, my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more
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I've been looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
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Guess I got what I deserve Kept you waiting there, too long my love All that time, without a word Didn't know you'd think, that I'd forget, or I'd regret The special love I have for you, my baby blue
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Over the castle on the hill
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Hail (Hail), what's the matter with your head, yeah Hail (Hail), what's the matter with your mind and your sign
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Now, I lay me down to sleep Ooh, I just can't find a beat Flash light (ohh, I will never dance!)
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I am the jigsaw man-I turn the world around with a skeleton hand Say-I am electric head a cannibal core a television said yeah
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It's just no good anymore since you went away Now I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday
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Girl, you really got me goin' You got me so I don't know what I'm doin' Yeah, you really got me now You got me so I can't sleep at night
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I had a dream last night that I was pilot in a plane And all the passengers were drunk and insane
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Running down to Cuba with a load of sugar, Weigh, me boys, to Cuba! Make her run you, lime juice squeezes, Running down to Cuba.
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