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Based on the information hangin' on my brain, put it all together, and this is what I get Kinda like an acid trip you'd take in '69 When it was stronger Looked in the mirror and this is what I see, no matter how hard I try I just can't let it be, cut off all my dreadlocks and now I'm feeling free, here comes my neighbor. 67 stations watching cable television in the bedroom. Everywhere I turn seems like another trap, Sent a death sentence to my own address, I thought I could do it, but now I know I can't, wish I could just go away Yeah I watch the sun setting in the west probably a thousand times and every one was best, Lone ranger desperado following the tracks, life after rock-n-roll. Life is getting better, and I don't want to cry. I get too embarrassed when my eyes are just too dry Manic manipulation I play it all the time, rocky mountain. 67 stations watching cable television in your bedroom.
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