| In the dark I’m writing alphabetic letters and my
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| hands are feeling light as platinum feathers.
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| In a psychadelic moment like this dear Lord its all that matters.
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| I belive in the rhythm I feel, I don’t know if it’s a dream or real.
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| I don’t ask for much these days, just wanna sing my songs my ways.
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| My head is playing
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| An interlude.
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| I’m singing rock n' roll
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| With an attitude.
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| If melody ain’t my destiny
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| Please, please Lord, come and just rescue
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| Rescue, rescue me.
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| My heart is full of information,
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| Telling me to become a sculptured creation.
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| My soul is conflicted and boring, my guitar afflicted and yawning.
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| I’m ten thousand miles from systematic. |
| My brain has become a music addict.
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| But there is a beautiful sound I think I have found, so let’s spin around.
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| My head is playing
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| An interlude.
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| I’m singing rock n' roll
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| With an attitude.
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| If melody ain’t my destiny
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| Please, please Lord, come and just rescue
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| Rescue, rescue me.
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| I’m dancing on the clouds of rhythm and blues. |
| I think this wicked world just
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| stole my shoes. |
| I’m trying to forget my past making my new just wisdom last.
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| Around my neck is hanging a crusifix but it doesn’t mean that I am an
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| absolutist.
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| I don’t care what people say, just wanna sing my songs my ways.
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| My head is playing
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| An interlude.
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| I’m singing rock n' roll
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| With an attitude.
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| If melody ain’t my destiny
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| Please, please Lord, come and just rescue
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| Rescue, rescue me. |