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to shine on a brand new day and he don't know if he's a communist a hedonist or a whore spent too much time riding on a white line to find the door if

one night) he puts his shooter in the boot got a whiskey at the wheel drivin too fast down the avenue cased in the joints of the bourgeoisie too stoned on a

Jack he dont chill he's popped too many pills says he's gonna set all the people free Jane's much the same she's never played the game they used to

'cause I was unwell he said, "my boy, you all shot to hell I go'n write you a prescription for some pure heroin" but I traded that sucker for a six pack

Run your fingers through my hair and softly kiss my lips Hold me close in your embrace and love me face to face Face to face heart to heart body to