| I’m as wired as a dead man walking
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| To the edge of a precipice
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| You look at me, wanna hear me talking
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| But oh, as hard as I try there’s no explaining this
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| It ain’t the wine or the dope that’s talking
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| It ain’t your psychic on Benzedrine
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| No, I have been to the mountain and I have a dream
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| Baby, we’re on the verge of a thing, thing
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| I think in English but my blood is Russian
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| Chasing it down with adrenaline
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| I look at you and I see you blushing
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| Appearing now in my wildest dreams
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| It ain’t the wine or the dope that’s talking
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| It ain’t your psychic on Benzedrine
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| No, I have been to the mountain and I have a dream
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| Baby, we’re on the verge of a thing, thing
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| Do we really feel like we do?
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| It ain’t the wine or the dope that’s talking
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| It ain’t your psychic on Benzedrine
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| No, I have been to the mountain and I have a dream
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| Baby, we’re on the verge of a
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| It ain’t the wine or the dope that’s talking
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| It ain’t your psychic on Benzedrine
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| No, I have been to the mountain and I have a dream
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| Baby, we’re on the verge of a thing, thing |