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Oh Spinning out of all control, She fell down the rabbit hole. Falling far away from home, she ain't right. Lonely as a clock at night, locks the door and kills the light. Screaming out with all her might, "Let me go!" Finding anything to hold. Find a way to let it go. Since she found rock n' roll it's alright. Spinning out of all control. Find a way to be alone. Since she found rock n' roll it's alright. It's alright. Lost in the stereo. Turning off the telephone. Rocking with the Rolling Stones, a street fight. Banging on the furniture. Burning from inside of her. Turning up the temperature, she ignites. She ain't right without it.
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