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| Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce... | |
| Madman drummers bummers, indians in the summer... | |
| In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps... | |
| With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older... | |
| With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing... | |
| Some silicone sister with a manager mister... | |
| She said, 'I'll turn you on, sonny, to something strong'... | |
| And go-kart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to... | |
| And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly and... | |
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| Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun... | |
| Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone... | |
| Says dethrone the dictaphone hit it in his funny bone... | |
| And some new mown chaperone was standing in the corner... | |
| And some fresh sewn moonstone was messing with his frozen zone... | |
| Now Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and... | |
| And some bloodshot forget-me-not says, 'Daddy's within earshot'... | |
| She got down, but she never got tired... | |
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