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♪ When I saw the red light ♪
I'm sorry, I can't make it.
I used to worry, thought I was going mad in a hurry, getting stressed, making excess mess in darkness.
No electricity, something's all over me, greasy, insomnia creeps beneath me.
And let me dream of making mad love to my girl on the East Coast, tearing off tights with my teeth.