| What a crew we made up there was faustus
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| Burnt out from playing too many bars, on a jersey shore
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| And sammy, almost bald from ironing her hair too much
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| Back in '64
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| And me and phazon out of phase, of least my temporary
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| Name for the day
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| Oh, blown away and screaming
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| All blown away and screaming
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| All blown away and screaming thru' december
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| We crossed state lines we were burning
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| Although the cold could freeze your hand, to the steel
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| Of the wheel
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| Miami, just a cold hearted word
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| From a warm smiling man on a sign in a field
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| We laughed just o take up some time my (hmmm) job
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| Was staring to dry, and we went screaming thru' december
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| «quasar, quasar», where the first words I heard from faustas
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| All day
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| And giggling he apologized and then returned to flicking
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| His blade
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| I sighed bleary-eyed, and tried to remember the way, as we
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| Went screaming
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| A year does go by what a difference, twelve months can make when you’re living a
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| Hundred years in one
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| And sammy, she went home and now she’s living in a room with
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| A gun
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| Faustas ate glass for an appetizer, and bled all over his synthesizer
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| As he went screaming
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| As he went screaming
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| As he went screaming thru' december |