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| | | | Bethany and the Who's Tattoo | |
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| | | I Feel like Dancing.... woo, Dancing... woo | |
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| | | ... from rocky coast to distant shore.... | |
| | | Let the mighty Eagle Soar... | |
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| | | | I know where Sid Barrett lives... | |
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| | | Getting the next song ready. | |
| | | Stuck in old Lodi. Again. | |
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| | Liz does... ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-CHERRY BOMB! | |
| | | | ... gonna give up the booze and the one night stands... | |
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| | The guy with the Theremin and Evan on drums | |
| | | | I love you, you big dummy. | |
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| | | Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims... | |
| | | ...and strap your hands across my engines | |
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| | | Baby, we were born to run | |
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