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    Penny Lane, there is a fireman with an hourglass And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen He likes to keep his fire engine clean It's a clean machine Psychedelic, drugs, fantasy

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    On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air BREAK Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound BREAK Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim BREAK Ooh, it's a killing machine It's got everything Like a driving power Big fat tires and everything
    Said the condor to the preying mantis We're gonna lose this place just like we lost Atlantis Brother we got to go sooner than you know The gypsy told my fortune, she said that nothin' showed
    sweet alice, disney princess, Alice: Madness Returns style, ariel, perfect hands
    sweet alice, disney princess, Alice: Madness Returns style, ariel
    So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough
    Catch my soul, catch the very light Hide the moment from my eager eyes Though you've seen there, please, don't tell a soul What you can't see, can't be very whole
    And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small
    Said the condor to the preying mantis We're gonna lose this place just like we lost Atlantis Brother we got to go sooner than you know The gypsy told my fortune, the gypsy told my fortune The gypsy told my fortune, she said that nothin' showed.
    And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Maybe more than enough Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    The old rocker wore his hair too long Wore his trouser cuffs too tight Unfashionable to the end Drank his ale too light Death's head belt buckle, yesterday's dreams The transport caf', prophet of doom Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams In his post-war-babe gloom Now he's too old to rock and roll But he's too young to die Yes he's too old to rock and roll But he's too young to die
    Fat cat in a top hat Thinks he's an aristocrat Thinks he can kill with laughter Thinks he can shoot and slaughter
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Oh, says Red Molly to James, "That's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like", Says James to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952", "And I've seen you at the corners and cafés it seems Red hair and black leather, my favourite color scheme", And he pulled her on behind And down to Box Hill they did ride
    If the sun refused to shine I would still be loving you Mountains crumble to the sea It would still be you and me.
    He's been with the world I'm tired of the soup du jour He's been with the world Wanna end this prophylactic tour Afraid nobody around here Understands my potato ((Think I'm only a spudboy Looking for a real tomato))
    Here comes the black queen, poking in the pile Fie-fo the black queen, marching single file Take this, take that, bring them down to size (March to the black queen)
    When the men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low Go ask Alice I think she'll know When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's off with her head Remember what the dormouse said
    sweet alice, disney princess, Alice: Madness Returns style
    And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small
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