"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
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I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
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I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
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Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen
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I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
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You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
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I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazines
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Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy"
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A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
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You said that irony was the shackles of youth
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You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
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I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
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"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
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Butterfly decal, rear-view mirror, dogging the scene
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You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
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You said that irony was the shackles of youth
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You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
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I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
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You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
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I couldn't understand
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You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
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I couldn't understand
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You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
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I couldn't understand
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I never understood, don't fuck with me, uh-huh
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What's The Frequency, Kenneth?
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