I come down from the crooked
mansion
I went lookin' for the D.J.'s
daughter
Since that day I heard it
mentioned
That my name is on the line.
Now, my name is on the line
How could people get so unkind.
Now, my name is on the line
How could people get so unkind.
I come down from the misty
mountain
I got lost on the human highway
Take my head refreshing fountain
Take my eyes from what they've
seen.
Take my head and change my
mind
How could people get so unkind.
Marco Giunco |
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