| All alone I sit at home
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| With my chrome guitar
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| Even Michael Mouse
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| He has a house with someone there
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| You handsome bitch, you movie twitch
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| And seranade the dudes that move and
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| Smile so vile and masquerade, they masquerade
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| An adjacent kid with a Jamacian lid
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| And switch-blade knife, steals the
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| Truth from your golden tooth then he
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| Turns you in
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| So you hold hands tight on a marble night
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| And maybe dismissed, but know that
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| Zeus is never loose with his Grecian kiss
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| His Grecian kiss
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| Fiery skies in children eyes
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| Fade into youth bleeding blood and tears
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| On all the ears, that heard your gold
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| So you walk the dog and you stroll the fog
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| On a dome sky earth, and lie too hard
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| Is an English bard, you better hide your tracks
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| Better watch your mind
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| Do it to me baby, now |