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By David Bowie, - Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by Jonathan Richman
Swinging
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By David Bowie, God is on top of it all
That's all
We are we
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By David Bowie, He looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel
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By David Bowie, There's a little churchyard just along the way
It used to
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By David Bowie, Think about the good things
Think about thte bad things
Think about
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By David Bowie, Don't look back
Whatever it takes to save your life
I've believed
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By David Bowie, Suddenly, all your history's ablaze
Try to breathe as the world
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By David Bowie, I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the
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By David Bowie, I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform
Of imagery
I'm
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By David Bowie, - Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Tragic
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By David Bowie, Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo (x3)
You've got your
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By David Bowie, Oh, can you feel it in the way
That a man
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By David Bowie, Feel a bit roughed up, feel a bit frightened
Nearly pin
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By David Bowie, Johnny is a man
And he's bigger than you
But his overheads
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By David Bowie, Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe
Ricochet
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By David Bowie, CHORUS 1
Taking it all the right way
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By David Bowie, Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull
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By David Bowie, You always were the one that knew
They sold us for
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By David Bowie, Hey Rosalyn, tell me where you've been
Hey Rosalyn, tell me
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By David Bowie, Rubber Band
There's a rubber band that plays tunes out
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By David Bowie, Wish I were a sailor
Crossing an azure sea
Under leaden skies
Under
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By David Bowie, I count the corpses on my left, I find I'm
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By David Bowie, Some days he feels so empty
Just a talking head
Married to
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By David Bowie, No lyrics
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By David Bowie, President Joe once had a dream
The world held his hand,
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By David Bowie, She had an horror of rooms she was tired you
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By David Bowie, Well I wouldn't buy no merchandise
And I wouldn't go to
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By David Bowie, Emily tries but misunderstands
She's often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams
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By David Bowie, My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek with mail over
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By David Bowie, Test, testing, testing
This, hmmm, Grace is my name
And and
