| He was groovin'
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| And that was when he coulda sworn
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| The room was movin'
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| But that was only in his mind
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| He was sailin'
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| He never really seemed to notice
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| Vision failin'
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| 'cause that was all part of the high
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| Sweat was pourin' -
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| He couldn’t take it The room was exploding —
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| He might not make it.
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| Angel Dust/Please, children would you listen.
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| Angel Dust/Just ain’t where it’s at.
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| Angel Dust/You won’t remember what you’re
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| Missin', but down some dead end streets
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| There ain’t no turnin' back.
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| They were standin'
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| Ev’rybody in a circle;
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| The whole family
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| Listening to the preacher’s words
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| Sis was cryin'
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| She alone held all the secrets
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| 'bout his dyin'
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| 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
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| They was dustin'!
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| Angel Dust/Please children would you listen.
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| Angel Dust/Just ain’t where it’s at.
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| Angel Dust/You won’t remember what you’re
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| Missin', but down some dead end streets
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| There ain’t no turnin' back |