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a sweat, those ghosts in my head
Had a grip, but I slipped on by
It's a whole new day as the darkness fades
And the sun's climbing in the sky
I concede,
a sweat, those ghosts in my head
Had a grip, but I slipped on by
It's a whole new day as the darkness fades
And the sun's climbing in the sky
I concede,
ghosts in my head
Had a grip, but I slipped on by
It's a whole new day as the darkness fades
And the sun's climbing in the sky
I concede, my love, that I
with her eyes
I was trying to do an interview and telling them all lies
Last year in the summer with a Tiffany lamp over her head

They were asking
underneath
So whether you're a loser or a winner by the numbers
Everyone knows a tie goes to the runner
So lace up your shox, get yourself in this race
Announcer: (Mitch Mitchell)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to radio station exp.  tonight we are 
Featuring an interview with a very
How'd'ya like a mansion in Manhattan
And a cosy cottage by the sea?
How'd'ya like to dress in silk and satin?
Baby, have a little dream on me

How'd
Heard you speak one time in an interview
Was the sweetest lil' thing I ever heard
(Sweetest lil' thing I heard)
My eyes going down on you like
How'd'ya like a mansion in Manhattan
And a cosy cottage by the sea?
How'd'ya like to dress in silk and satin?
Baby, have a little dream on me

How'd
( written by Neil Young )

The world is turning, I hope it don't turn away
The world is turning, I hope it don't turn away
All my pictures are
Lemme just do this interview real quick

Hello?

Hey, this is, uh, Brian Brant calling for a Mr. Evidence?

How you doing?

First
Announcer: (Mitch Mitchell)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to radio station exp.  tonight we are 
Featuring an interview with a very
wear it if it's in the mall
Seen it on the blog
These motherfuckers cost
Yves Saint Laurent
You can tell by the font
I do what I want
Wake up when
on the N.M.E. 
Not the Melody Maker want to interview me 
And ask my view on politics and theories on religion. 
Now my record's up to number three
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie

Poor Adam alone in Eden
Taking off his shoes
Tired of running around all morning
From his animal interviews

He
A thousand hands applaud tonight
I sing my songs my star shines bright
I stop and smile, I take by bow
I leave the stage and then somehow
I've got a question for you
Please grant me an interview
Don't want to read it in a magazine
Don't want to see it on the silver screen
Don't let
to know, what's going on?
(What's going on?) Can we make this house a home,
Oh (oh) Florida can I talk to you?
Can we walk and have an interview
(Every time
issue exclusive interview
Tawdry secrets of select few
What you didn't want to know 
But you really did when you picked up the magazine 
To read all
It's your dream come true
Your crummy fanzine got a GWAR interview!
You'll ask the questions, it all goes to tape!
If you're really lucky, you might get
your Bell Air home

Saw your last interview
You've better things to do
And now that you're gone
I'll always be with you
Well, you say I'm to blame
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That
All my exes live in Texas like I’m George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That
see 
Make a make up in a foolish style 
Telling the truth by making a big lie 
When I come, I come but nothing's at ease 
Breaking up the whole is