| I was running
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| From imaginary vampire bats
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| I was shrieking at the moon
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| While Montezuma laughed
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| Oh, Aztlan blues
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| And reds and greens and golds
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| I hope that I die
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| When I’m 100 years old
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| Looking a New Yorker cartoon
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| Sleeping in a golden cocoon
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| With you
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| I was making love
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| To my sister from another life
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| I was stitching seams of my opening dreams
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| With a needle from a camel’s eye
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| If I could give myself some advice
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| I’d go out of my mind right now
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| I’d stay here with my baby
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| Forever in the here and now
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| Looking a New Yorker cartoon
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| Sleeping in a golden cocoon
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| With you
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| I was returning my salute
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| To the lieutenant paper bag
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| And my best friend, Farmer Dave
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| Lit me up so I could take a drag
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| My sister’s former flame
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| Threw his shirt into the fire
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| An aging child prodigy
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| A genius who inspired
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| Looking a New Yorker cartoon
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| Sleeping in a golden cocoon
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| With you
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| With you
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| With you |