| Write something down in illegible script
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| As we’re approaching the landing strip
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| New Gibson SG, inlaid with pearl
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| Tonight Passaic, tomorrow the world
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| In a Holiday Inn by a nameless river
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| Renew the assault on my lungs and my liver
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| And while I’m waiting for the company man
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| Slip on my kimono that I bought in Japan
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| Tell the crowd, tell the world
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| I want everyone to get high
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| Tell the press, tell the cameras
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| I want everyone to get high
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| And the tech crew in Memphis has a present for me
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| A screen that scrolls lyrics
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| Like the ones they have on TV
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| The deluxe model
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| One of only four thousand made
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| Black out that night in front of ten thousand paid
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| In the back lounge, in between stops
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| Contingency plans in case the new one flops
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| Sometimes I wake up coughing up blood
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| Tonight Indianapolis, tomorrow the flood
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| Tell the person next to you
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| I want everyone to get high
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| Tell your boss, tell your mother
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| I want everyone to get high
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| Get high |