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All around the world We could make time
Bear paws and rascal power Watching us in your garage
I am a man Cut from the know Rarely do friends Come and then go
Well I got a bad disease, Up from my brain is where I bleed.
Sometimes I feel Like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel Like my only friend
Getting born in the state of Mississippi Poppa was a copper and my momma was a hippie
Never 21 when everyone's a sailor
She's the one she's the only one She's got ripped back light
I am just a lousy burn Searching for the unknown crumb
Close to my skin I'm falling in
Shade, stay, know But they communicate
Hit me come get me I bite but she bit me
Psychic spies from China Try to steal your mind's elation
Some come up and some come young Live to love and give good tongue
I'm an ocean in your bedroom Make you feel warm
Life is my friend Rake it up to take it in Wrap me in your cinnamon
There must be something In the way I feel
History's so strong. Sing another drinking song the honkytonk will do
You give me that funny feeling in my tummy.
I change the key from C to D You see to me
Does it go from east to west, y'all Body free and a body less, y'all
I like pleasure spiked with pain
All the creatures on the beaches Making waves in a motion picture
A long, long, long, long time ago Before the wind, before the snow
My shadow side, so amplified, Keeps coming back dissatisfied
How long, how long will I slide Separate my side
Standing in line to see the show tonight, And there's a light on
If I had a clue I'd know exactly what to do
All alone not by myself. Another girl bad for my health
Can i get your hand to write on
Come to decide that the things that I tried Were in my life just to get high on
Everybody knows we're Hollywood skunks Soulful sexy funky monks
All aboard, stitch in time Get yours, got mine
There's a port on a western bay And it serves a hundred ships a day
I see you in the park You're always wearing Dodger blue
Hustle Bustle And so much muscle awww
Waking up dead, inside of my head Would never, never do, there is no med
I should be on my way I really ought not stay
Bells around St. Petersburg When I saw you
There are no monks in my band. There are no saints in this land

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