Those were high times back in delhi I was left for dead Everybody beat it to l.a. So the papers read But I said, no, this is not where I get dropped off Keep the dough I'm here to blow the top off it sixty-eight back in chicago Watched my friends all fall Now they're waiting down in old key largo For their man to call All laid back Sitting in the redwood sauna Hanging slack Like some dazed iguana I'd choose the bruised up moon Over the sun I'd lose I guess I'm confused What's number one What's number one? I'm a fine one to be talking Dig the mastermind You see even if you hold the key The door's locked from behind but I left I was playing out a lone part I was deaf to whispers of my own heart I'd choose the bruised up moon Over the sun I'd lose I guess I'm confused What's number one What's number one? like a miner seeks that main gold vein I'll search on cutting through against the grain Keeps me sane I'd choose the bruised up moon Over the sun I'd lose I guess I'm confused What's number one What's number one?
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