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By Adrian Belew, Hot tribal night
underneath florescent skies
bonfires rage strange
wild waving shouting Picasso
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By Adrian Belew, in the hissing airwaves
if you listen carefully
you can understand my
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By Adrian Belew, I'm wheels, I am moving wheelsI am a 1952 Studebaker
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By Adrian Belew, "Far away," said the matriarch,"I once heard from the tongue