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<< Smokescreen >>
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--- Flying Blind
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Have you seen my girl?
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She's the one with the curly hair.
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She was sitting just right over there,
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now she's nowhere to be found.
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I think she's mad at me.
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I don't know why. Maybe because
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I made her cry when I told her I was down.
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:She only likes me when I'm high
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She's always trying to get me stoned
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She wants to see me in her sky
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And has to have me there alone
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She's got me on my knees,
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begging baby, baby please!
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Don't hurt me, no, don't hurt me so:
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As a gentleman I do everything I can to be
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a law-abiding kind of energy,
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yet stimulating all
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the while... then she comes around.
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I don't know why.
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I always go too f***ing far and end up puking
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on the bathroom tile,
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oh my! She's tracking, she tracks me down,
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she's bound to drag me down.
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Smokescreen
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| Flying Blind |
