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Last night I dreamt of you, Abbie Hoffman peddling your books,
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I gave five bucks to you, the other kids just gave you dirty looks.
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I said "I'm sorry it didn't work out quite the way you planned."
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You said, "That's silly boy, the revolution is at hand."
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And if you got a ten spot brother, I got a dime,
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These are desperate, desperate times.
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Last night I dreamt of you, Pepe Lopez strung out on a stage,
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It don't even look like you, smiling like sawed-off twenty gauge.
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I still remember the Telecaster down around your knees,
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It's late November and I think I smell tequila on the breeze.
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And if you got the Cuervo honey, I got the lime,
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These are desperate, desperate times.
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And if you got the shotgun honey, I got the crime,
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These are desperate, desperate times.
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Desperate Times
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| Old 97's |
