| Have you ever wanted to disappear?
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| And join a monastery, go out and preach on Manic Street?
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| Who will I be when I wake up next to a stranger
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| On a passenger plane? |
| (Passenger plane)
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| Oh, permanent jet lag, please take me back (Please take me back)
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| Please take me back, oh ohh, I’m a stray dog
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| Sick, please let me in (Please let me in), the mad key’s
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| Tripping, singing vows before we exchange smoke rings
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| Give me a pen, call me Mr. Benzedrine
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| But don’t let the doctor in, I wanna blow off steam
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| And call me Mr. Benzedrine (Mr. Benzedrine)
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| But don’t let the doctor, don’t let the doctor in
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| It feels like fourteen carats, but no clarity, when I look at the
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| Man who would be king, the man who would be king
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| Goes to the desert, the same war his dad rehearsed
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| Came back with flags on coffins and said, «We won, oh, we won»
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| Permanent jet lag, please take me back (Please take me back)
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| Please take me back, oh ooh, I’m a stray dog
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| Sick, please let me in (Please let me in), the mad key’s
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| Tripping, singing vows before we exchange smoke rings
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| Give me a pen, call me Mr. Benzedrine
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| But don’t let the doctor in, I wanna blow off steam
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| And call me Mr. Benzedrine (Mr. Benzedrine)
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| But don’t let the doctor (ooh), don’t let the doctor in (ooh)
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| Ba ba ba ba Benzedrine, bla bla bla Benzedrine
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| Ba ba ba ba ba Benzedrine, ahh
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| Ba ba ba ba Benzedrine, bla bla bla Benzedrine
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| Ba ba ba ba ba Benzedrine, ahh
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| Only one book really matters, the rest
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| Of the proof is on the television, on the
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| Woo! |
| Call me Mr. Benzedrine
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| But don’t let the doctor in, I want to blow off steam
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| Call me Mr. Benzedrine (Mr. Benzedrine)
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| But don’t let the doctor, don’t let the doctor in, oh, uh huh, ooh…
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| Have you ever wanted to disappear?
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| It’s not me, it’s you
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| Actually, it’s the taxidermy of you and me
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| Untie the balloons from around my neck
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| And ground me
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| I’m just a racehorse on the track
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| Send me back to the glue factory
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| Always thought I’d float away
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| And never come back
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| But I’ve got enough miles on my card
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| To fly the boys home on my own
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| But you know me, I like being all alone
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| And keeping you all alone
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| And the charts are boring, and the kids are snoring
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| And my ego’s in a sling
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| You say you’re not listening and I said I’m wishing
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| And I said… I said! |