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Eugene. It's an American seaYou see it's me and we,and we need some goddamn treesof the north sea variety.Just a dime bag, if you pleaseAnd ease me in to sweet release.AhA dime bag ain't that much.But it'll get me through the day.Cos you know you'll end up, it's A.OKSo say and see to the smile DAWe're going on a walk todayNot to where the deer and the antelope playWe're going way down to your good town,And pick up my girl Mary JaneMary Jane, Mary JaneCos there's a hole in the wallWhere you stick your goldAnd inside there's a man, I'm told.Sells cigarettes for 50 cents,Yes he sells cigarettes for 50 cents.Ain't got no love for the radio station.Gotta rise above,with the new communicationOh, oh, oh, oh, ohListen to meLetras de cancionesI ain't gonna compromiseMy state of mind don't need no schoolin'Up in these brains of mineGotta break from television (tel-evasion)Gotta reinvent the wheelSweet Jesus, no I'mma break my soulBefore these dreams turn realAnd Jim Croce just said New York was not his homeNow I'm here and I'm so alone.Annie, I'm a bastard for what I did to youAnd I'd take it back at the drop of a hat,If I wanted to.If I wanted to, I do.I ain't gonna neglect this desire of mineI gotta dish on civilizationI gotta crucify my mindGotta break from what my mama said.All the Dogma that she talks.Jesus said he'll come back one day.I sure hope not. From Letras Mania