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Don't ask me why But I was walking down the streets Of Fairfax, California And I saw this flyer hangin' On a telephone pole, and it said CAN GOD FILL

factory of your choice Free at last to scratch your head Wondering what happened Find how time flew Right past you Free at last to wonder what happened Free at last

Here today, gone tomorrow Don't need my self remembered But what I help create and leave behind Is important to me To dent the comfortably numb With

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Red alert from the Dairy Queen To Vatican from Panama City Yeh...yeh... Calling Pope John Paul, ole buddy, ole pal Hey-lemme crash at your place for

Sheets off Flashlight in your eyes FREEZE! Guns in your gut Strip down Body search Cough up Or stomach pump To fight the war on drugs You must give