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DARYL HALL AND JOHN OATES >> Merchandise Links
DARYL HALL AND JOHN OATES
What a crew we made up there was Faustus Burnt out from playing too many bars, on a Jersey shore And Sammy, almost bald from ironing her hair too much Back in '64 And me and Phazon out of phase, of least my temporary Name for the day Oh, blown away and screaming All blown away and screaming All blown away and Screaming Thru December We crossed state lines we were burning Although the cold could freeze your hand, to the steel Of the wheel Miami, just a cold hearted word From a warm smiling man on a sign in a field We laughed just o take up some time my (hmmm) job Was staring to dry, and we went Screaming Thru December "Quasar, Quasar", where the first words I heard from Faustas All day And giggling he apologized and then returned to flicking His blade I sighed bleary-eyed, and tried to remember the way, as we Went Screaming A year does go by what a difference, twelve months can make when you're living a hundred years in one And Sammy, she went home and now she's living in a room with A gun Faustas ate glass for an appetizer, and bled all over his synthesizer As he went Screaming As he went Screaming As he went Screaming Thru December
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