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Lost Angels
He makes a beeline for the place
Where he gets his only ace
Sometimes he`s standing in the rain
Oh Gene Kelly`s hat and cane
He has the Rhythm in his head
He has the Rhythm, sing!
It`s chaotic at the bar
B & O those sweaty drops
We are all mesmorized
To the thing we have inside
Inside, outside, eastside, West
We kill the beast
Yourside, myside, worlds collide, yes
We kill the beast |
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