| Living in a city where the sun never sets
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| Got a jacket as a pillow and a stack of cassettes
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| And I’m under the fistuca
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| In the bore of the bazooka
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| Gettin' run
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| Step into the party and I’m swimming in smoke
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| There’s a local heavy metal singer looking for coke
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| And he’s ready little kitten
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| He’s surprised to see ya sitting
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| All alone
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| I can’t get down without you
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| There’s just something about that kung fu
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| You’ve seen the highs, if you still wanna ride through the lows
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| Put your parachute on
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| Put your parachute on
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| Put your parachute on
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| Put your parachute on
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| I’m a new machine and I don’t care who you are
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| Get your sixty selling loosies from the trunk of your car
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| Baby you don’t need repeating
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| You can get it if you’re needin'
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| On and on
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| I can’t get down without you
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| There’s just something about that kung fu
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| You’ve seen the highs, if you still wanna ride through the lows
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| Put your parachute on
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| Put your parachute on
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| Tell me what you want, you need a kick stand
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| Humming in the gun, you call it quicksand
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| On a marathon, rolling a cigarette
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| Little letter red, it ain’t confusing
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| Better to be dead, you’re so seducing
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| So tell me what ya said
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| Tell me what ya said
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| I’ve been drunk in bed
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| Trying ever to capture you
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| I can’t get down without you
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| There’s just something about that kung fu
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| You’ve seen the highs, if you still wanna ride through the lows
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| Put your parachute on
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| I can’t get down without you
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| There’s just something about that kung fu
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| You’ve seen the highs, if you still wanna ride through the lows
|
| Put your parachute on
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| Put your parachute on
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| Put your parachute on
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| Put your parachute on
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| Put your parachute on
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| Put your parachute on |