This old time radio program was originally aired live
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Long before the advent of high fidelity
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As a result you may detect an occasional surface noise or volume drop
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Due to transmission problems so common to old radio.
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We hope however that any variants in audio quality
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Will not take away from your pleasure in listening to this,
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One of the all time favorites....
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How does it feel to be you
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How does it feel to feel the way you do
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It's so decisive
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And I don't care if you like or you hate me
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I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me
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Looking through your window
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As a thunder bolt strikes the ground
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Wind blowing through the trees making irritating sounds
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Like the voice in the back of my head when I'm immune
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To the confines of Dracula's tomb
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9th rate man made Nosferata
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Child of the night sending shocks through your body
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Fatter than Poveratti
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Speak softly
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Or back up off me
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Feline before I gaze in your eyes and blow your mind
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Sickness what I depicted is ordered and evicted
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Frequently described as being Twiztid or wicked
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Predicted many sights seen happening to lives
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Perform on the daily in disguise
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Sinister
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Tell the minister to bless my soul
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Momma made me mind broken and went outta control
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Smash the remote control through television screen
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Blame it on the movie or a dream, it's all the same
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Mind games, little prodigies paralyzed
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Swollen little brain mesmerized
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Then he dies
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Left alone in a world full of hate
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Body rots away while his mind incubates
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How does it feel to be you
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How does it feel to feel the way you do
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It's so decisive
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And I don't care if you like or you hate me
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I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me
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How does it feel to be you
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How does it feel to feel the way you do
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It's so decisive
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And I don't care if you like or you hate me
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I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me
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You label me a paranoid schizophrenic
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Known on this planet for 2 things
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Talkin shit and automatic
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Mind gets transferred in little walks through the woods
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Bury you alive if I could
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Robin through the hood with a body in the trunk
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Unidentified because he's known as a chump
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I hear him keep talking junk in my ear
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But nobody else can hear
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I look around and I'm feeling weird
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Palms are sweaty I'm about to black out
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Last chance but nothing could stop this Twiztid sprout.
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I'm all about mad cussing
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Fuck you and the red Martian
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Peon wrecking and skull crushing
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Turning bitches to dust and when I recite you folks die
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Like I creep in the night, I let your soul fly
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So high that I never touch ground
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Make it so your bodies never found
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Another Unsolved Mystery
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Looking for some nobody
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Every single night on TV
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Try to get me to see.
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My eyes closed and rolled back
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Holdin a thought deep in my mind about a car jack
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Another brake down in the middle of the street
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People just kept moving they feet
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Treat me like a freak, so how am supposed to act
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So when you see me muthafucka be prepared for the axe
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How does it feel to be you
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How does it feel to feel the way you do
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It's so decisive
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And I don't care if you like or you hate me
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I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me
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How does it feel to be you
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How does it feel to feel the way you do
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It's so decisive
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And I don't care if you like or you hate me
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I know you motherfuckas bout to underrate me
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We're going vampire hunting with a 9 millimeter
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Our souls our blessed by Mary Magdalene and Saint Peter
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Eat a bit of flesh but I call it the host
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Am I dead, alive, or just a ghost
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Comatose midrange, 2 dollars and some change
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Hoping, picturing sanity but I'm feeling so insane
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Got a migraine headache, my stomach hurts...
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How Does It Feel?
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