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I have to be careful not to preach
I can't pretend that I can teach
And yet I've lived your future out
By pounding stages like a clown


And on the dance floor broken glass
The bloody faces slowly pass
The numbered seats in empty rows
It all belongs to me you know

 

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...When he drove down the street in his Maserati, Pablo Picsso was never called an azshole, not like you..,

 

( part of the sound track from Repo Man) 

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The VCR and the DVD
There was none of that crap
Back in 1970
We didn't know about a
World Wide Web
It was a whole different game
Being played back when I was a kid

 

Want to get down in a cool way
Picture yourself on a beautiful day
Big bell bottoms and groovy long hair
Just walkin' in style with a portable CD player
No you'd listen to the music on the

 

AM radio 

 

(kind of funny that this song is also outdated)

 

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Bell bottom blues, you made me cry.
I don't want to lose this feeling.
And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms.

 

Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?
Do you want to hear me beg you to take me back?
I'd gladly do it because
I don't want to fade away.
Give me one more day, please.
I don't want to fade away.
In your heart I want to stay.

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So you do what you want
And pretend again that it's time to roam 'cause you can't go home
Maybe you'll find your way today,
But while you're at it you'll have some fun
And through tears of laughter
You know it's nothing until you find someone
You wouldn't miss it
You don't care if it's day or night

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Everybody's dancin' down the local armory
With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery.
The temperature keeps risin', everybody gettin' high;
Come the rockin' stroke of midnite, the whole place gonna fly.

Huh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yea, ahah, one more Saturday night,
Hey Saturday night!

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Flying on a free flight
Driving all night
With my machinery
'Cause I got the power


Any hour
To show the man in me
I got reputations
Blown to pieces
With my artillery

 

I'll be guided in
We'll be ridin'
Given what you got to me

 

Don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry
'Cause it's your turn tonight

 

Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife

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If you feel that it's real I'm on trial
And I'm here in your prison
Like a coin in your mint
I am dented and I'm spent with high treason
 
Through a glass eye your throne
Is the one danger zone
Take me to the pilot for control
Take me to the pilot of your soul
 
Take me to the pilot
Lead me through the chamber
Take me to the pilot
I am but a stranger
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She told me she worked
In the morning and started to laugh
I told her I didn't
And crawled off to sleep in the bath

 

And when I awoke I was alone
This bird had flown
So I lit a fire
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?

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