Thoughts right now I picked up a magazine Ohh, here we go Fifteen hundred years Fifteen hundred years right here Burning witches, burning books Burning babies and their looks Yes, indeed Burning everything that's sacred in my jeans
Thoughts right now She's been everybody else's girl Thoughts right now, now Thoughts right now Right now Am I here? Am I here? Never here I'm never here I'm never here I'm never here Never a bird Or a flower in the tree Or the pain of the respect thereof Yes, indeed
Thoughts right now What will become of me? Become of her? Become of we, babe yeah?
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