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Angela, she is a good friend On her faith I can rely She's an American woman Born on the 4th of July She don't want no philosophy She just need photography

In a dream I had a final vision How come you just want to be my friend? How come? Will you ever have to justify the hidden meaning in your time again

I'm out on the town, down on the boulevard Wash my face with the tears Why do I cry so hard? And I come to my senses Now I'm gonna face reality Gonna

Jamie wears a pistol, she's walkin' with her gun She's sleepin with a crystal by her side Andy, he's a rider, a rider 'til he die He will ride the planet

I know that something is wrong And I know it's for real I don't know what I've become And what do I feel? Is it for real? Stranger than fiction, I'm

Who is the one who's haunting me? I gotta know, I gotta know You've taken the sacred part of me Just let it go, just let it go Is this the way you want