Heading down the highway
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California, get high
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I can see the long road behind me
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Dressed so tight, Saturday night
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Mr. Scarecrow, hit the lights
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All the pretty girls want a good time
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Never gone away
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Lost in the bathrooms of my waste
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It's piled up inside
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Somebody knocking at the door
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One, one, one, nine
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Heading down the highway
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California, dreams of big time
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Horror business
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Beautiful brown eyes
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Blue eyes, green eyes, her eyes
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Dressed so tight, Mr. Saturday Night
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Hollywood scarecrow loves to fight
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All the pretty girls want a good time
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Never gone away
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Lost in the bathrooms of my waste
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It's piled up inside
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Somebody knocking at the door
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One, one, one, nine
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Comatosed and skeletons
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Crimson pearls of decadence
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Searching for the arrogance
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To get me through the innocence
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Hanging rainbows storm clouds loom
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Witches shelter laugh and boom
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I can still hear the music
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Can you still hear the music
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A thousand miles left to go
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Magic breaths of grimple smoke
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Pumpkin seeds of fading time
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Always us, one, one, one, nine
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Michale Graves |