What a crew we made up there was Faustus
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Burnt out from playing too many bars, on a Jersey shore
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And Sammy, almost bald from ironing her hair too much
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Back in '64
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And me and Phazon out of phase, of least my temporary
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Name for the day
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Oh, blown away and screaming
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All blown away and screaming
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All blown away and Screaming Thru December
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We crossed state lines we were burning
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Although the cold could freeze your hand, to the steel
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Of the wheel
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Miami, just a cold hearted word
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From a warm smiling man on a sign in a field
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We laughed just o take up some time my (hmmm) job
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Was staring to dry, and we went Screaming Thru December
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"Quasar, Quasar", where the first words I heard from Faustas
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All day
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And giggling he apologized and then returned to flicking
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His blade
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I sighed bleary-eyed, and tried to remember the way, as we
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Went Screaming
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A year does go by what a difference, twelve months can make when you're living a
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hundred years in one
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And Sammy, she went home and now she's living in a room with
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A gun
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Faustas ate glass for an appetizer, and bled all over his synthesizer
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As he went Screaming
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As he went Screaming
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As he went Screaming Thru December
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Screaming Thru December
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Daryl Hall & John Oates |