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: "What?s the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed I thought I?d pegged you an idiot?s
irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh "What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is
irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh "What's the frequency, Kenneth?"
