| I took a taxi from LA to Venus in 1985
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| I was electromagnetically sucked back
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| into a party going on that night
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| it was the glories of the 80's
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| with karma drawn up in lines
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| and two bugle boy models saying, «baby,
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| it’s free-bee you sure look deprived»
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| I had the «Story of O"in my bucket seat
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| of my wanna be mustang
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| auditioning for reptiles in their
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| Raquel Welsh campaign
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| in the glories of the 80's
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| you said, «I'm not afraid to die»
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| I said, I don’t find that remotely funny
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| even on this space cake high
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| and then it all seemed clear
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| just then you go and disappear
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| silicone party barbies to the left and
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| Joan of Arcs to the right
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| no one feeling insecure we were
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| all gorge and famous in our last lives
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| and the glories of the 80's you said
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| «the end is nothing to fear"I said
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| blow the end now baby
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| who do I gotta shag to get outta here
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| and then when it all seemed clear
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| just then you go and disappear
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| sure you’re out there orbiting around
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| wish I had you back now
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| I met a drag king called Venus
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| she had a velvet hologram, she said
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| «my husband ran off with my shaman
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| but they love me as I am»
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| in the glories of the 80's
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| I may not have to die
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| I’ll clone myself
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| like that blonde chick
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| that sings Betty Davis eyes
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| and then when it all seemed clear
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| just then you go and disappear |