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The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea |
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The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea |
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From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was |
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generating |
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Another boy was sliding up the hallway |
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He merged perfectly with the hallway, |
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He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway |
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The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run, |
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but the movie kept moving as planned |
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The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker, |
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He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in |
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Johnny |
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The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees, |
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started crashing his head against the locker, |
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started crashing his head against the locker, |
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started laughing hysterically |
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When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being |
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surrounded by |
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horses, horses, horses, horses |
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coming in in all directions |
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white shining silver studs with their nose in |
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flames, |
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He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, |
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horses, horses. |
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Do you know how to pony like bony maroney |
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Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it |
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goes like this |
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Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator |
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And you twist the twister like your baby sister |
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I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig |
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your baby sister |
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Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet |
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pee pee, |
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Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose |
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control, |
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Got to lose control and then you take control, |
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Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it |
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like that, |
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Like it like that, like it like that, like it like |
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that, |
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Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi |
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Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his |
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sperm coffin |
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Angel looks down at him and says, "Oh, pretty boy, |
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Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?" |
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Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket, |
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Taped to his chest there's the answer, |
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You got pen knives and jack knives and |
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Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred |
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Then he cries, then he screams, saying |
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Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my |
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brain |
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And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud, |
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Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, |
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Smith Patti |
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And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi |
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There's a little place, a place called space |
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It's a pretty little place, it's across the |
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tracks, |
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Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like |
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it like that, |
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You like it like that, you like it like that, you like |
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it like that, |
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And the name of the band is the |
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Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, |
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Twistelettes, |
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Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, |
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Twistelettes |
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Baby calm down, better calm down, |
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In the night, in the eye of the forest |
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There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair, |
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I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a |
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stair, |
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I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw |
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that |
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up there -- there is a sea |
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up there -- there is a sea |
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up there -- there is a sea |
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the sea's the possibility |
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There is no land but the land |
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(up there is just a sea of possibilities) |
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There is no sea but the sea |
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(up there is a wall of possibilities) |
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There is no keeper but the key |
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(up there there are several walls of possibilities) |
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Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes |
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possibilities. |
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(up there) |
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I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me |
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I was standing there with my legs spread like a |
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sailor |
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(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my |
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knee |
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(on the screen) |
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And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold |
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flame |
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(in the heart of man) |
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The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions |
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Gradually lapping into sea horses |
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He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his |
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smooth throat |
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(the spoon) |
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And let it deep in |
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(the veins) |
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Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities |
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It started hardening |
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Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities |
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It started hardening in my hand |
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And I felt the arrows of desire |
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I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a |
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brainiac-amour |
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But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the |
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(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud) |
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And go Johnny go and do the watusi, |
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Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ... |
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Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and |
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encircling |
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Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're |
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together twining |
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Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse |
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And my fingers all entwined through the air, |
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I could feel it, it was the hair going through my |
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fingers, |
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(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it) |
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The hairs were like wires going through my body |
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I I that's how I |
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that's how I |
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I died |
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(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were |
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after) |
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(they knew what they were after) |
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[Everything on the current] moved up |
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I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too |
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unbelievably smooth, |
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Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the |
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possibility |
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Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of |
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possibilities |
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There's no land but the land |
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looked at my hands, and there's a red stream |
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that went streaming through the sands like fingers, |
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like arteries, like fingers |
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(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?) |
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He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes) |
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He opened his throat (your eyes) |
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His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad |
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pituitary glands |
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The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched |
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that nobody heard, |
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No one heard that cry, |
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No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his |
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throat, |
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(His fingers) |
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Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of |
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jelly, |
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And so he seized the first |
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(his vocal chords shot up) |
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(possibility) |
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(like mad pituitary glands) |
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It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate |
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(there is nothing happening at all) |
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and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into |
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the steep |
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saw this sweet young thing (Fender one) |
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Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking |
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meter |
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In the sheets |
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there was a man |
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dancing around |
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to the simple |