| Crazy seeds of drugged up borough kids
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| Are getting me right down it seems
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| Peace and love and all that phony stuff
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| You just don’t know what it means
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| Don’t call me mad
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| With your joy and your fancy head
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| You’re living in the in-between world
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| Making out the best you can
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| S-S-S-Sweet Lorraine is making with cocaine
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| It dance away her hype it seems
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| Uncle Lou just don’t know what to do
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| So he decides to fake a dream
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| He takes another tranquilizer
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| He takes his TV set to bed
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| For a late night show replaces the real world
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| Going out inside his head
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| Dreaming your life away
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| Dreaming your life away
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| Union Jack is gonna send them back
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| He’s gotta made you for a wild regime
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| His mind was born inside a uniform
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| To paralyze on leaves with dream
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| Don’t call me brother
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| With your battle and your marching men
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| Sewing thread of hope and glory
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| In nuclear garbage can |