| It was only the time of the newly born dead
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| With wispy cobwebs in your head
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| The polar moon looked out instead
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| Goin' wild
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| Liquor shifting through the brain
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| The manic depressive goes insane
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| Goin' wild
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| Goin' wild
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| Desperate anger hits the streets
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| By the foul smelling river by the meat market
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| Goin' wild
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| Mystic child
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| Goin' wild
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| Mystic child
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| In the winter with frozen toes
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| Looking out the big windows
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| To fly
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| Goin' wild
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| Situation X out of control
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| My eyes half opened like a mole
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| Who smiles
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| Goin' wild
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| Who smiles
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| Goin' wild
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| In the mystic morning where the river meets
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| The hurdy-gurdy of the hip-hop beat
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| 5 a.m. the viscous street
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| Oh, wild
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| Goin' wild
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| Out the window like a flash
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| Fallin' through a rooftop crash
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| Blind
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| Goin' wild
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| Sick and misty like a pup by the curb
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| He’s throwin' up
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| Wild
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| Like a child
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| Goin' wild
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| Like a child
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| If he can’t have all that relates
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| To testify that he is great
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| He’ll cut someone with a broken plate
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| Stand upon the subway grate
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| And smile
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| Goin' wild
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| Goin' wild
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| With a smile
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| Holy morning
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| Sun is up and someone
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| Here has lost his cups
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| The dawn is tattered all cut up
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| Goin' wild
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| Like a mystic child
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| Like a mystic child
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| Sunday morning looking down from the rooftop
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| Goin' wild with a smile
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| Mystic child
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| Top of the world he’s got it made
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| Rings are gold, braids are jade
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| Jumped to the street, he’s got it made
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| Goodbye, child
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| Goodbye, child
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| Mystic child
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| Goin' wild
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| Like a mystic child
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| Goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| Goin' wild, ah
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| Goin' wild
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| Like a mystic child
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| Holy morning
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| Sun is up and someone
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| Going wild
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| Like a mystic, like a mystic, like a mystic —
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| — Child
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| Goin'-goin', goin'-goin' wild
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| Like a mystic child
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| Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh, oh
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| Jumped to the street |