I feel like I want to break out of the house
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My heart is a-pumping, I've got sand in my mouth
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I feel like I'm heading up to a cardiac arrest
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I want to scream in the night, I want a manifest
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I've got that wide awake, give-and-take, five o'clock-in-the-morning feeling
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I've got the hots for the sluts in the well thumbed pages of a magazine
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I want to drive, want to fly like I do in the dreams I've never really been in
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I want to hump, want to jump, want to heat up, cool down in a dream machine
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I'm dreaming... from the waist on down
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I'm dreaming... but I feel tired and bound
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I'm dreaming... of a day when a cold shower helps my health
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I'm dreaming... dreaming - of the day I can control myself
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Day I can control myself
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Sound like a priest and then I'm shooting dice
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I'm burning tires with some guy whose hair is turning white
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I know the girls that I pass, they just ain't impressed
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I'm too old to give up, but too young to rest
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I've got that numb-to-a-thumb over-dubbed
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Feeling social when the world is sleeping
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The plot starts to thicken then I sicken and I feel I'm cemented down
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I'm so juiced that the whorey lady's sad sad story has me quietly weeping
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But here comes the morning
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Here comes the yawning demented clown
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I'm dreaming... but I know it's all hot air
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I'm dreaming... I'll get back to that rocking chair
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I'm dreaming... of the day I can share the wealth
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I'm dreaming... dreaming - of the day I can control myself
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Day I can control myself
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Hey, hey!
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The day I can control myself
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Dreaming From The Waist
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| The Who |
