Cool he dies on his own time,
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Roarin' I won't hear your thunder.
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Called each other Chinese names,
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If, oh, the book just has a number.
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There's a garden where the devil lurks,
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Such a strange life this.
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They break their backs for sweat and gold,
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And all the things in which they buy.
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Things that I thought were heavy loads,
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Like a Lotus in an oriental sky.
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Lotus
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| Tommy Bolin |
