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Hey Honolulu, we're going to happy Hawaii After all I've had to go through I'm making no plans (making no plans oh-ooh) Early this morning I I drove in the rain Out to the airport to get on the plane Alice has been there there, she said it was was fun Swimming and

Parasite lady Parasite eyes No need to cry She'll always be there there trying to grab a hold She thought she knew me, but she didn't know That I I was sad and wanted her to go I I didn't want to have to get away I I told her things I I didn't want to say I I need her

Goodbye Grace There There are no words I'd rather say Than goodbye Grace To see your face again I I never want to see your face again I I am indebted to you, it's true The angel watching over me Was Was needed someplace else Kicked out the feet from under me

I've seen the man use the needle, seen the needle Use the Man I've seen them crawl from the cradle to the gutter on their hands They fight a war but it's fatal, it's so hard to understand I I heard somebody fixed today There There was was no last goodbyes to say His

I I was born to run Born to run There There's an old man sittin' on a front porch now Talkin' 'bout how it used to be When I I was young I I was a hell of a man My father died when I I was ten I I hit the road to find a job Had to feed my family

When, oh when, will I I be changed? From this devil that I I am I've been told there there is a power in the blood Is it enough? Is it enough to carry me back from where I I am to where I I was? And I I hope there there is some power in my blood I've been told that all these

I I still miss someone And I I still miss someone I I see them everywhere I I miss those arms that held me When all the love was was there I I wonder if she's sorry For leavin' what we'd begun There There's someone for me somewhere At my door the leaves are falling

Once there there was was a way And I I will sing a lullaby. Once there there was was a way, To get back homeward. To get back home. Sleep, pretty darling, Dot not cry Golden slumbers,

The blood is on your tongue as well as your hands. Is it the same for you? Archaic and content you just wash them off Well I I swear there there's a ghost on this Island His hands, all covered in blood My wife inquired of understanding But of course my dear, you