So...here it is,out of a nut shell
Fallin'like a hippie on a hard trip rip,rip
rippin' apart the seams of a life time.
Play an old song
and dance with the dead man.
'cause he knows more than you.
he'll tell you what to do,
Relax!
These aren't my clothes.
I'm out of my element,poor fish flop
drop,drop
drop into the water,you're drowned.
Play an old song
and dance with the dead man
cause he knows more than you.
He'll tell you what to do,
Relax!
The fog's settin'in,
I can hear myself scream,
dream,dream,
dreamin' wide awake,
Wine in my mind.
Play an old song
and dance with the dead man
'Cause he knows more than you,
You're startin' and he's through
He'll tell you what to do....
Relax!
A chance to dance.

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