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. Well, my second friend went down. When I was 21 years of age Well, there's one thing I can say about that boy. He gotta pray Well, now rules are alright. If there's someone left to play the game
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look at us. All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust. London calling, see we ain't got no swing. 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
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Harbor lights that shine before me. The jewels that gleam from a beckoning sea. The rising shrieks that come from below me. The rushing winds of age and time To close my eyes and feel the fall
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Wild as a coastal boranca, swift as the wind blowin' free. With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night. Somewhere up there he's waitin' for me. And he knows that I'm coming for him. I
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, I'm waking up I feel it in my bones enough To make my system blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age Welcome to the new age, to the new age Oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Oh, I'm radioactive
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. London calling, now don't look to us. Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust. London calling, see we ain't got no swing. 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing The ice age is coming, the sun is
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. Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust. London calling, see we ain't got no swing. 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in. Meltdown expected, the wheat
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. Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust. London calling, see we ain't got no swing. 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in. Meltdown expected, the wheat
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the age lines in the wood. I can rely on anytime. The truth when you're not yourself Cause lately you've been stolen. Where's my friend, I miss him. No-one told me you'd be disappearing. Now I owe
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embarrassed to say,. That I'm still scared of the dark at my age,. It's not the monsters under my bed or in the wardrobe,. I just feel alone in the dark,. With the lights off and eyes closed Now the world
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down the hallway while the walls deteriorated. East of the Jordan, hard as the Rock of Gibraltar,. I see the burning of the page, Curtain risin' on a new age,. See the groom still waitin' at the altar
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leaf. You turned and wrote a new page. Cleverly concealing. Your real age. . Those that knew you. Were always quite amazed. Are you the one. Who can take this praise?. . Are you the hero or are
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and gives the thumbs-up. The New Age guy with the yoga mat. Blesses me with a pat on the back. The longhaired indie rock kid in a band. Looks through his hair and shakes my hand. The old homeless
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I'm lonely and thinks of me first. Blue is the color of night. When the red sun. Disappears from the sky. Raven feathers shiny and black. A touch of blue glistening down her back. We don't talk