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| Long ago i feel like a microphonehead ?????? hours in a motel room goin' slow after all the trouble i had sticky air and a dusty gloom The bottle is empty No nicotine in my head Paralized body, unsitisfied in my head Next to me a typical nurde of the town one way conversation for hours that kind of dude nobody wants around his words fall like showers The bottle is empty No Nicotine in my head Everytime i feel like a microphonehead Honey can't you see I'm going mad This is not unreal but a microphonehead Honey can't you see I'm gonna leave My favourite guests are the people that stand at your door but all you see is a red book they talk about god but i can't stand it anymore grabbin' your brain with a hook The bottle is empty No Nicotine in my head Everytime i feel like a microphonehead Honey can't you see I'm going mad This is not unreal but a microphonehead Honey can't you see I'm gonna leave SOLO Everytime i feel like a microphonehead Honey can't you see I'm going mad This is not unreal but a microphonehead Honey can't you see I'm gonna leave Protect the earth or save the wales what else do you want me to do I go away no more tales I Think i need something new The bottle is empty No Nicotine in my head Paralized body Unsatisfied in my head |
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