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20 Dollar Nose Bleed (4 hands)

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Have you ever wanted to disappear
And join a monastery
Go out and preach on Manic Street?
Who will I be when I wake up next to a stranger?
On a passenger plane?

Permanent jet lag
Please take me back, (please take me back)
Please take me back
I'm a stray dog sick
Please let me in, (please let me in)

The mad key's tripping

Singing vows before we exchange smoke rings
Give me a pen
Call me Mr. Benzedrine
But don't let the doctor in I wanna blow off steam
Call me Mr. Benzedrine

But don't let the doctor
Don't let the doctor in
It feels like fourteen carats but no clarity
When I look at the man who would be king

The man who would be king

Goes to the desert

The same war his dad rehearsed
Came back with flags on coffins and said
"We won, oh we won"
Permanent jet lag

Please take me back, (please take me back)
Please take me back, ooh
I'm a stray dog sick

Please let me in, (please let me in)
The mad key's tripping
Singing vows before we exchange smoke rings
Give me a pen

Call me Mr. Benzedrine
But don't let the doctor in
I wanna blow off steam
Call me Mr. Benzedrine
But don't let the doctor
Don't let the doctor in
Ba-ba-ba-ba benzedrine

My, my, my, benzedrine
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba benzedrine ah
Ba-ba-ba-ba benzedrine

My, my, my benzedrine
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba benzedrine, ah
Only one book really matters
The rest of the proof is on the television
Call me Mr. Benzedrine
But don't let the doctor in
I wanna blow off steam
Call me Mr. Benzedrine
But don't let the doctor
Don't let the doctor in, oh, oh, ooh
Have you ever wanted to disappear?

It's not me, it's you
Actually, it's the taxidermy of you and me
Untie the balloons from around my neck and ground me
I'm just a racehorse on the track
Send me back to the glue factory
Always thought I'd float away
And never come back
But I've got enough miles on my card
To fly the boys home on my own
But you know me: I like being all alone
And keeping you all alone
And the charts are boring
And the kids are snoring
And my egos in a sling
You say you're not listening and I said I'm wishing
And I said... I said