You say there's nothing wrong
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With the lessons that your learning
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The school of the streets
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You'll kick next year
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Skateboarding Hollywood and Vine
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Yeah
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You're a spaced out face in a crowd
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You're 17 and shooting
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The cars slow down to check you out
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And your tattered freak flag flies
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For sale, your habit
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Where to? Let's go!
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I know
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Out on the Internet tonight
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Deals made
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Between the strangers
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In green lights
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No names
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No touch no feel humanity
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You and your suicide life
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In a cardboard mansion sleeping
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Out there just beneath the freeway
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On a broken bottle carpet
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Snoring now
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The Lord of the universe
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Yeah
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A hippie called John Henry
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A burnt out acid tripper
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Yeah yeah yeah
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A symbol and a brush stroke
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And a barstool for a throne
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Encino, Jerusalem
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Angel, dust and blow
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I know
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Out on the interstate tonight
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Hell's angels
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And poet cops alright alright
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New names
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And tie dyed blissed out humanity
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You and your suicide life
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Suicide life
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Yeah baby
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Have a nice day
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At the heart of all this darkness
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You got a crush on Venus big time
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Nodding out into a wet dream
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The strangers take you
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They take you
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The slave trade sister rapes you
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I know
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Out on the interstate tonight
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Hell's Angels
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And poet cops alright alright
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New names
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And tie dyed blissed out humanity
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Oh no
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You live in real time
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Kings the Knife
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You and your suicide life
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Suicide life
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Hell's Angels
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And poet cops alright
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Spare change and have a nice day
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I believe you're here to stay
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Yeah
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Have a nice day
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I believe your here to stay
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Come home
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Come home baby
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I think you're here to stay
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Time to come home
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Hippie called John Henry
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Suicide Life
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| John Waite |
