| Heard your name the other day
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| It’s been a long, long time
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| Ancient history, some would say
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| Another state of mind
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| You smell of memory
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| Felt-tipped electric child
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| She takes a plastic pill
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| She plays the weatherman
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| She screams «Religion kills
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| More than it saves you, man»
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| She painted filigrees
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| She was the acid queen
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| She claims society
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| Is just a fever dream
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| Now you live in the trees and salty seas
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| Tripping out in the blue skies
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| You shut the door on everything
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| Too busy getting high
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| And me, just another dream theory
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| Lost inside your eyes
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| She’s not in your history books
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| Lost her mind and kept her looks
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| Down beneath the radar screen
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| She’s lit up like gasoline
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| Been thru a million kix
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| Looking for the one that sticks
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| Never would’ve known it then
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| I might not see her again
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| Top hats and tails for thrills
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| Red lips and famous hands
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| Sidelong and glancing still
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| In tiny dancer land
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| We kissed
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| Time slipped
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| Hard edged
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| Tight lipped
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| See you
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| Some time
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| Ask me if I care
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| Karen
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| Miss communication
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| Karen
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| Karen |