(Dickie Peterson)
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Alright!
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A cold, cold darkness
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And past confusion
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Is quickly calling
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Yeah, all of my illusions
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Now won't somebody tell me what's wrong
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Tell me what's wrong with me.
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From within
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The magic madness
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Said Lord, I could feel deep in my heart
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A little bit of gladness
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Now won't somebody tell me what's wrong
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Tell me what's wrong with me.
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Won't somebody tell me what's wrong
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Cause Lord, I been searchin'
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Searchin' so long
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Oh, won't somebody
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Oh, won't somebody
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Tell me what's wrong with me.
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Alright!
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Won't somebody tell me what's wrong
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Cause Lord, I been searchin'
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Whoa so goddamn long
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Oh, won't somebody
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Oh, won't somebody
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Tell me what's wrong with me.
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And then from out
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Of a mystic dream
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There came an angel (What a baby, oh yeah)
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She spread her wings (Spread 'em babe, Spread it all).
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Now don't nobody tell me what's wrong
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Tell me what's wrong with me.
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Out of Focus
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| Blue Cheer |
