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 "Can't stop, addicted to the shindig Choose not a life of imitation

Distant cousin to the reservation 

Defunct the pistol that you pay for 

Knocked out but boy you better come to 

Don't die, you know the truth as some do 

Go write your message on the pavement

Burn so bright I wonder what the wave meant 

White heat is screaming in the jungle 

Complete the motion if you stumble 

Go ask the dust for any answers

Come back strong with fifty belly dancers... .... ..." "... .... ..." 

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