The music was new
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black polished chrome
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And came over the summer
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like liquid night.
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The DJ's took pills to stay awake
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and play for seven days
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They went to the studio
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And someone knew him
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Someone knew the TV showman
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He came to our homeroom party
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and played records
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And when he left in the hot noon sun
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and walked to his car
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We saw the chooks had written
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F-U-C-K on his windshield
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He wiped it off with a rag
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and smiling cooly drove away
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He's rich. Got a big car.
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My gang will get you
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Scenes of rape in the arroyo
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Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings
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Fights at the food stand
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The dust
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the shoes
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Open shirts and raised collars
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Bright sculptured hair.
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Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon...
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I show you good time.
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This place has everything. C'mon...
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I show you.
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Latino Chrome
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| The Doors |
