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Some of the things a cowboy do To make you howl out at the moon And blush...I think you ´d better look around There ´s a genius in every town Keep your ear down to the grown No mothers son will ever forget it Brainchild - you stole away my life For a while Stole away my life Stole away my time Stole away... You ´re a thief with style Your unfaithful sertvants calling you In and out of your blind spot out of view I think you ´de better turn a leaf The poet is the only thief What patti says patti does No mothers son will let you forget it Brainchild Style - meticulous and gaunt Style - articulate! Style - preoccupation Great lost albums no outtakes You ´re getting older and past your peak I think you better look around There ´s a genius in your home town No mothers son will ever forget you Brainchild You ´re a thief with style
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