| Once in a while I can feel the whole world spinning
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| My hair twist in the wind, I can’t find the brake
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| The clock on the dashboard is coiled like a snake
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| There’s years flying by me aAnd a wide open cliff
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| On wheels made of lightning, just barely a blip
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| If there’s room at the top for a loser, look out
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| The radio’s blasting a mean twist and shout
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| I’m a mess, at times like these
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| A man should take a blind-fold and smoke
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| Take a walk, take a drive
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| Take a kneel, take a dive
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| Take a month, take a year
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| Take a hike, disappear
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| Take it on faith, whatever you get
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| You just close your eyes, it won’t hurt a bit
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| The firing squad’s gathered, the Captain grins
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| All the change in my pocket won’t pay for my sins
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| I’m a mess, when I woke up
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| They’d strapped me in an MRI
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| Black dye in my veins, head Velcro-ed down
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| Foam happy slippers and a blue paper grown
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| The banging went on for an hour or more
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| Then they slipped me out like a boat onto shore
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| The technician with coffee was sporting a smile
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| That said, «God gave me wisdom but the devil’s got style»
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| I’m a mess, nothing less
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| I confess I’m a mess
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| Now I live in NY
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| The Babylon of neon fire
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| The rats on the third rail is smoking like char
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| The thunder storm hits and I flag down a car
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| On the screen in Times Square, I look like a wreck
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| And we lunge out of traffic tricking down through the spec
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| The hooded girl turns and says, «Look at who’s alive»
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| I say, «Boy you can’t scare me, just shut up and drive»
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| I’m a mess, oh god, yes
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| I confess, I’m a mess, I’m a mess |