All alone I sit at home
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With my chrome guitar
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Even Michael Mouse
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He has a house with someone there
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You handsome bitch, you movie twitch
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And seranade the dudes that move and
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Smile so vile and masquerade, they masquerade
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An adjacent kid with a Jamacian lid
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And switch-blade knife, steals the
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Truth from your golden tooth then he
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Turns you in
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So you hold hands tight on a marble night
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And maybe dismissed, but know that
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Zeus is never loose with his Grecian kiss
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His Grecian kiss
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Fiery skies in children eyes
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Fade into youth bleeding blood and tears
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On all the ears, that heard your gold
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So you walk the dog and you stroll the fog
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On a dome sky earth, and lie too hard
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Is an English bard, you better hide your tracks
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Better watch your mind
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Do it to me baby, now
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All Alone
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Marc Bolan and T. Rex |