| Albert goes west, he crossed the vast indifferent deserts of Arizona, oh yeah
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| He had a psychotic episode on a dude ranch that involved a bottle of ammonia
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| Henry, he went south and lost his way deep in the weeping forests of Le Vulva
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| He grew so wan, he grew so sick, he ended up in a bungalow sucking a revolver
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| The light upon your rainy streets offers many reflections
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| I won’t be hold responsible for my actions
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| Bobby, he goes north, then goes east, then over to New Hampshire
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| Bobby is a cautious man, he walked into a Concord dive to drink a beer
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| Do you wanna dance?
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| Do you wanna move?
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| Do you wanna dance?
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| Do you wanna groove?
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| I said the world is full of endless abstractions
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| And I won’t be held responsible for my actions
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| Me, I ain’t going anywhere, just sit and watch the sun come up, I like it here
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| I watch the people go ticking past, go hey hey hey, you know I gotta say I like
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| it here
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| All right
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| Sha la-la-la, sha la-la-la, sha la-la-la-la-la-la
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| Sha-la-la-la, sha la-la-la, sha la-la-la-la-la-la |