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Automatic Pilot
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Prelude to a Quaalude
Soft mutation from a dull situation I want to feel Like rubber and steel I want to laugh At the boys in black Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget How to deal PRELUDE TO A QUAALUDE! The music can feel.
My head's on tight This dark midnight The streets all shine The boys look fine Cars of chaos Roar like applause. Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget Your name. PRELUDE TO A QUAALUDE! Softens the brain.
It's pill time To kill time To make time fly. It's the right time To sing, time A lullaby.
Crowd on the wall Give me the stall A man in a hat Say baby come back A gun in his pocket I sure like to see A gun in his pocket I sure like to see. Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget To say please. PRELUDE TO A QUAALUDE! Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Down on my knees.
Salty but sweet The night indiscreet Sweeps us away In a great tidal wave Of passion and ploy Drowning in joy. Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget Your spice. PRELUDE TO A QUAALUDE! Feels so nice.
Stumblin' home With a friend of my own Wearing a grin That smells like gin Feeling like Caesar Come home from the wars. Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget The light. PRELUDE TO A QUAALUDE! Plays through the night.
It's pill time To kill time To make time fly. It's the right time To sing, time A lullaby.
It's pill time To kill time To make time fly. It's the right time To sing, time A lullaby.
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