| i'm off like an airplane
i'm lickin' your postage stamp again
i'm usin' my right brain
and I'm prayin' that we'll crash let's get
backwards
and forget our restless destination
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| no, i ain`t wastin` no more time. |
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| sex symbols on parade. Get out of my face, okay? |
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| "I do not know anything about Art with a capital A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way." |
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| Oh, I'm afraid. 
I don't think I'll ever wake up lonely.
`Cause havin` him around wasn`t all that special. |
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