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I've got a break-neck grip on my youth tonightSearchin hard for life among the satellitesIf they're coming I hope they land on my houseSince we're friendly they'd fly us both the hell outI'm saving weekends for the girl who never calls backMy dollars flowing through the city to the contractsI'm thinking hard of swinging axes in the northwestEmerald city bound with hippies make it shine less From Letras Mania