It started when we were little kids
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Free spirits, but already tormented
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By our own hands
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Given to us by our parents
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We got together and wrote on desks
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And slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains
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And slipped through whatever cracks we could find
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Minds altered, we didn't falter
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We loved the dirty city
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And the journeys away from it
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We had not yet been or seen our friends, selves
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Chase tails round and round in downward spirals
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Leaving trail of irretrievable, vital life juice behind
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Still, the brothersbloodcomradespartnerfamilycuzz
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Was impenetrable and we lived inside it
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Laughing with no clothes,
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And everything experimental 'till death was upon us
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In our face, mortality
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And lots of things seemed futile then
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But love and music can save us
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And did, while the giant gray monster grew
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More poisoned and volatile around us
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Jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around
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Nothing is the same
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So we keep moving
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So we keep moving
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Went off and got some hair cuts
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Lookin' wild and got all drugged up
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Hopped a train into the night
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Got a ride with a transvestite
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Two boys in San Francisco
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Two boys in San Francisco
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Blasted off in a Bart bathroom
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Those coppers woke us up
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The mothersfuckers woke us up
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Two young brothers on a hover craft
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Telepathetic love and bellylaughs
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Storm the stage of Universal
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Slim shine talk boy go subversal
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Papa's proud and so he sent us
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Pounding hearts full and relentless
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Two boys in London, England
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Two boys in London, England
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Climbing out of hostel windows
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Wearing gear so out but in though
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Come on kind and do the no no
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Two young brothers on a hovercraft
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Telepathics love and belly laughs
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We went to Fairfax High School
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Jumped off buildings into their pools
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We'd sit down and grease at Canters
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Run like hell they can't catch us
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Two boys in L.A. proper
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Two boys in L.A. proper
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Stealin' anything that we could
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Gotta sneak into the Starwood
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Gotta peak into the deep good
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I remember
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10 years ago in Hollywood
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We did some good
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And we did some real bad stuff
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But the Butthole Surfers said
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It's better to regret something you did
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Than something you didn't do
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We were young
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And we were looking
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Looking, looking for that deep kick
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Seen 'em come, seen 'em go
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(And I feel I'm getting close to you)
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Regret Is
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