Texty:
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so disappointing. It's Saturday night all night, let's get out. Out on the streets, the city is calling. It's you and me, and Mike makes three, and we

you wanna bang heads with me? Cause it's Friday night or it's Tuesday night And we're in each other's company So I'll think of you often and I'll

by You make me wanna hang my head down and cry If you gave me half a chance you'd see My desire burning inside of me But you choose to look the other

drums Pay no mind what other voices say They don't care about you, like I do, like I do Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,

walking down the street the other day And a sight came before my eyes It was a little hippie boy, I must have been twice his size His appearance typified his