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♪ I used to sail the coast crossing the sun rays and the flowers, I did my job.
Now I've been for flowers, I've grown right out of the bag.
And now there's no turning back.
I sold myself to a gentleman of leather, he picked me out.
While others say my prayers, I found myself on ground.
I sell myself for cash.
I want to be a ghost on the underground.
I want to shake to the psycho sounds of big hits on the underground.
Everybody needs them.
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My mind is clean but my outlook is dirty.
I check myself cause I'm slick and I'm pretty.
I'm talking about making the grade.
And now my soul is safe.
I want to be a ghost on the underground.
I want to shake to the psycho sounds of big hits on the underground.
Everybody needs them.
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