| I was born in a kingdom with nothing but rules
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| Hum a little melody woven in lies
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| Tattooed on the skin and then sanctified
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| Oh, I miss those old songs
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| Coming out of worn down speakers straight fire
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| Wires from a mind with nothing to hide
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| Spit warrior of late night and wine
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| Can you call it back?
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| In each inhalation a little fire grows
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| Travel the world in a Winnebago
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| No-one can find us but we arrive with
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| Buckets of wine and whenever we go
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| Women and children and men would limbo
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| Out of the mist of another mountain
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| Smuggled a diamond out of the Congo
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| Self-immolation I don’t think it will last long
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| But if I woke somebody’s heart tonight
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| Then I know, then I know, then I know that it’s not over for me
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| I can feel the road on my skin
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| I can see the lights in my eyes
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| Jump up on the stage and get hypnotized
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| It’s a strange, strange feeling
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| Moustache men got nothing on me
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| Decibels overpower high priests
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| Faces arranged into features that please you
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| I just wanna meet you
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| All over the world I collide with atoms
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| Slamming around in the psychic jungle
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| Busses and trains and another meat tray
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| Sitting around in the glimmer heat wave
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| Every day it’s another question
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| What is your name and what is your action?
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| Come on and find us appearing near you
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| Never too late for me to work a little magic
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| But if I woke somebody’s heart tonight
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| Then I know, then I know, then I know that it’s not over for me, yeah
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| Wooooaaaah, wooooaaaah, wooooaaaah … Adelphia (x3)
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| In each inhalation a little fire grows
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| Travel the world in a Winnebago
|
| No-one can find us but we arrive with
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| Buckets of wine and whenever we go
|
| Women and children and men would limbo
|
| Out of the mist of another mountain
|
| Smuggled a diamond out of the Congo
|
| Self-immolation I don’t think it will last
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| All over the world I collide with atoms
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| Slamming around in the psychic jungle
|
| Busses and trains and another meat tray
|
| Sitting around in the glimmer heat wave
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| Every day it’s another question
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| What is your name and what is your action?
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| Come on and find us appearing near you
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| Never too late for me to work a little magic
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| But if I woke somebody’s heart tonight
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| Then I know, then I know, then I know that it’s not over for me, yeah
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| I wanna go, I wanna go
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| I wanna go, I wanna go
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| I wanna go, I wanna go
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| I wanna go, I wanna go
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| I wanna go back to Adelphia, Adelphia … |