I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
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And I howled at the maw of the driving rain,
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But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
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But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
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It's a gas! Gas! Gas!
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I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,
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I was schooled with a strap right across my back,
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But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
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Yeah, it's all right, it's Jumpin' Jack Flash,
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It's a gas! Gas! Gas!
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He was drowned, he was washed up, left for dead.
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He bent down, and he frowned at the crumbs of bread.
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Don't look around, there was no more of his friend
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Ooooh
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And he was crowned with a spike right through his brain
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But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
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But it's all right, Jumpin' Jack Flash,
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It's a gas! Gas! Gas!
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Oooh yeah!
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Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas
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Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas
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Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas
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Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas
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Jumping Jack Flash
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Jumpin' Jack Flash
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| Guns N' Roses |
