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| I'm hooked on him. Man, I hate him! But I worship him. Why can't I be like him? Why couldn't I have been him? He wrecked my act Before I even had an act. My image got sacked Before it got unpacked! Yes, it got the axe. Oh, those hazy, starlight sounds Put my mind on the shelf, Put me out to sea, Far out, far out, To outer space, to inner me, To inner me! |
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