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: (Lou Reed) Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel just about everything Lately I'm just feeling bad Lately I'm just
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: (Lou Reed) Here she comes you better watch your step She's going to play you for a fool, it's true It's not hard to realize Just look into her false
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Hey, this is David I've got a hat the size of Oklahoma Put on my boots and going down to Walters Get me some barbecue Bring
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe/Ayers) Windout - if you're out of wind Windout - if you're really spent Windout - if you're young and red (chorus) Yeah
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