Everyone says connection is easy
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I look at my score, experience none
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Tossed a coin when I was seventeen
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I got the ice, you got the cream
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All that you see is stanger than fiction
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All that you do defies all description
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And you worry about your lack of existence
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Then by all means go crazy
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Talkin' to one of the boys
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Talkin' to one of the boys
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Makin' alot of noise
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Talkin' to one of the boys
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Talkin' to one of the boys
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Makin' alot of noise
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Talkin' to one of the boys
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One of the boys told me what was,
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Going on last night
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One of the boys said if I tried it,
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Everythin' would be alright.
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Talked to doctor scromaxy, mail order messiah
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His black book is gospel, his scripture unclean
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With mass consultation, a blind congregation
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His chapter, his verse, and his profit ocscene
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Correspondence, the back of a sin rag
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If this is deliverence, life is a drag
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Searchin' salvation, your sightlines get hazy
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You got it right,go crazy.
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Talkin' to one of the boys
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Talkin' to one of the boys
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Makin' alot of noise
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Talkin' to one of the boys
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Talkin' to one of the boys
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Makin' alot of noise
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Talkin' to one of the boys
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One of the boys told me what was,
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Going on last night
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One of the boys said if I tried it,
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Everythin' would be alright.
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Or maybe you'll go crazy.
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Talkin' To One Of The Boys
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Nazareth |