She painted a bull's eye on my mind
No matter how
I got a head with wings
I got a head with
She had black hair
Like ravens crawling over her shoulders
All the
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Let's put it to bed, let's put it down
I can't
Instrumental
I hear a voice from the back of the room
I
Candy told me, "Nothing really matters anymore"
And when I ask
Treat me wrong, Honey I don't care
You never liked me
Where is the ritual
And tell me where, where is the
Instrumental
Listen young people I'm 74
And I plan to live 60
Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man or
Ah! Hey!
Every night about, every night about
Every night about eleven
Tore open the package it was an empty box
No meaning
Free love
Oh, what is it?
Free love
Oh, I can't stand it,
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