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If you're troubled and you can't relax Close your eyes and think of this If the rumors floating in your head all turn to facts Close your eyes and think

's there, eyes aglow Very front row, don't throw sticks at her Please don't look her way See her way, don't care anyway It's you who led her on, I see

girl who's dancing so lightly My XKE is shining so brightly The noose around us is slowly tightening I'm gonna show you why they call me lightning Hey little girl who

Little Billy was the fattest kid in his class Always the last in line All the other little kids would laugh at him Said, he'd die before his time Ha,

train, gonna set the dance alight 'Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday nights alright, alright, alright Well, we're packed pretty tight in here tonight And I'm looking for a dolly who

Let's see people Let's see freedom Let's see who cares Take me with you when you leave me And my shell behind us there I have learned it known who burned

There once was a note, pure and easy Playing so free, like a breath rippling by The note is eternal, I hear it, it sees me Forever we blend it, forever

My coffee's cold My paper's old My heart is Sold to Melancholia My clothes are torn My shoes are worn My heart is Born to Melancholia A strange surprise

only soul in the world that's real But I see a face coming through the haze I remember him from those crazy days Crazy days, crazy days Ain't you the guy who