| I can’t stand be in the spotlight
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| Don’t like it I never have
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| The mirror reflecting the street light
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| In the gutter that’s where I am
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| Trippin' up and down with chemical enlightenment
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| Heading high gettin' off some load
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| To be found in a primal state of brightment, wander 'round
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| Crashin' off the blow
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| Oh oh, gotta high speed tikket
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| Oh oh, on this carousel
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| Oh oh, this is so damn wikked
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| Oh oh, live in heaven n' hell
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| Is this the chart of my illusion
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| Or is this just the way to be
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| Is this the heart of my confusion
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| Or is this just the tikket to me
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| The vigour of another, won’t give me the energy
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| To feel the lust I don’t feel, a straight line of evil synergy
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| Good morning to ya snakebit and to all ya powder kegs of snow
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| I’m a transparent fish in a barrel, I feel the shakes, but it doesn’t show
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| I rather don’t know anymore
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| I might be gettin' low
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| Is this the chart of my illusion
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| Or is this just the way to be
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| Is this the heart of my confusion
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| Or is this just the tikket to me
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| Is this the way I am supposed to
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| Fell the things that you sellin' me
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| Is this delight part of confusion
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| Or is this just the tikket to me |