| Most of my friends are losers
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| But I love them the way they are
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| How do you know if you’ve gone far enough
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| Baby till you go too far
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| I was living high, back in the ‘80s
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| Had some good weed and LSD
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| I lived in a commune in Hollywood
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| Where all of the love was free
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| You can lose your job, lose your lover
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| You can blow the head gasket on your car
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| But how do you know if you’ve gone far enough
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| Baby till you go too far
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| I’ve been living on long time
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| Made every faux pas and bad mistake
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| Nowhere i find I’m over the line, I say
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| Go ahead, dare to be great
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| You can lose your passport on the city
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| A bad burn will leave a bad scar
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| But how do you know if you’ve gone far enough
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| Baby till you go too far
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| I’m not scared to take chances
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| The limits were made to sought
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| Envelop pushing is my middle name
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| And I always want some more
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| Most of my friends are losers
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| But I love them the way they are
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| Cause how do you know if you’ve gone far enough
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| Baby till you go too far
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| Cause I never know if I’ve gone far enough
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| Baby till i go too far |