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By Alice Cooper, Forget remember nothing the force came from the flame
I
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By Alice Cooper, Now I don't know but I've been told
There's a nun
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By Alice Cooper, There's only six hours
Left in the day
Time is
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By Alice Cooper, Woah-oh, woah-oh
Skeletons in my closet
Woah-oh, woah-oh yeah
Skeletons in my closet
Skeletons
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By Alice Cooper, Somebody better shake you
Somebody better turn your head around
I'm scratching
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By Alice Cooper, Some folks
Love to see red
Some folks
Never talk about it
Some folks
Crave
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By Alice Cooper, There it stands way up high
A million bodies piled to
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By Alice Cooper, Welcome to the party
It's only me and you
Tell the world
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By Alice Cooper, I can`t do right when all I wanna do is
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By Alice Cooper, Yeah, stand up
What do you believe in
Yeah, stands
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By Alice Cooper, It just ain't fair I was put in that position
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By Alice Cooper, You're in my way
You crossed my line
You're in my face
You're
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By Alice Cooper, I don't want to see you go
I don't even want
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By Alice Cooper, Who says the earth is crumbling
And no sky is falling
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By Alice Cooper, I walk the streets alone
On feeble bones I ride
My sins
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By Alice Cooper, Instrumental
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By Alice Cooper, Sun Arise come every mornin'
Sun Arise come every mornin'
Sun Arise
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By Alice Cooper, They're running in packs on a Saturday night
They got their
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By Alice Cooper, I bet you never thought
That it would turn out like
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By Alice Cooper, I got me a complication
And it's an only child
Concern my
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By Alice Cooper, I'm the kid on the block
With my head made of
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By Alice Cooper, What a drag it is
These gold lame' jeans
Is this the
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By Alice Cooper, I wake up in the basement
I'm so hungry
I'm dry
I must
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By Alice Cooper, These words he speaks are true
We're all humanary stew if
We
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By Alice Cooper, I was sitting in my room, dark and gray and
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By Alice Cooper, The California air
Your nightgown on the stairs
I remember every night
Scenes
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By Alice Cooper, I'm in jail in a Texas town
In my sister's
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By Alice Cooper, I'm not a Buddha boy
I'm not a Muslim man
I'm not
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By Alice Cooper, Hurting me
Seems to be
Your passion
Misery
Is certainly
Your style
I'm
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By Alice Cooper, Wrote a song, it was wrong from it`s very first
