Those were high times back in Delhi
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I was left for dead
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Everybody beat it to L.A.
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So the papers read
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But I said, "No, this is not where I get dropped off
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Keep the dough I'm here to blow the top off it" Sixty-eight back in Chicago
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Watched my friends all fall
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Now they're waiting down in old Key Largo
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For their man to call
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All laid back
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Sitting in the redwood sauna
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Hanging slack
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Like some dazed iguana I'd choose the bruised up moon
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Over the sun
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I'd lose
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I guess I'm confused
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What's number one
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What's number one? I'm a fine one to be talking
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Dig the mastermind
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You see even if you hold the key
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The door's locked from behind but I left
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I was playing out a lone part
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I was deaf To whispers of my own heart I'd choose the bruised up moon
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Over the sun
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I'd lose
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I guess I'm confused
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What's number one
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What's number one? Like a miner seeks that main gold vein
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I'll search on cutting through against the grain
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Keeps me sane I'd choose the bruised up moon
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Over the sun
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I'd lose
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I guess I'm confused
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What's number one
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What's number one?
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What's Number One
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| Jim Carroll |
