(Verse)
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I was an idiot in Utero, somehow miss New Mexico
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Fell to earth in Baltimore, I know
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Now they lay case in empty rooms, birthday cards and red balloons
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And me, I know, I know, I know, I know
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I invited Johnny Legs and Jackie-O
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Empty parties filled with people I don't know
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(Chorus)
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I am rich and in the radio, I dream on my TV
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Dislocation, dislocation
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I'm fading out in stereo, I don't remember me
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Dislocation, dislocation
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(Verse 2)
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Tellin' lies and taking shots, gettin' laid in parking lots
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Gettin' high and gettin' caught, I know
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All my broken paper planes, parachutes and window panes
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I'm a shooting star gone novocaine, I know
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So I write to all the girly magazines
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Splash my passion on the pages in-between
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(Chorus)
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I am rich and in the radio, I dream on my TV
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Dislocation, dislocation
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I'm fading out in stereo, I don't remember me
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Dislocation, dislocation
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(Verse 3)
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Rising from the afterglow, a dodo bird with polio
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And me, I know, I know, I know, I know
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I play with a rock and roll band on a subway
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It keeps me far away from the gamma rays
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We lit between the boom boom crash and the fade away, I know
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Come on wake up the congregation, we will see the light tonight
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The spark the flash the bang the bite
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I know, I know, I know know know know know know know
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(Chorus)
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I am rich and in the radio, I dream on my TV
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Dislocation, dislocation
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I'm fading out in stereo, I don't remember me
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Dislocation, dislocation
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If they dropped a bomb on London, swallow LA with the sea
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Dislocation, dislocation
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Say a prayer for Oklahoma say another one for me
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Dislocation, dislocation
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Dislocation
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| Counting Crows |
