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Dustbowl boogalou with a funeral beat
And on my way home someone said to me
Callin' out for Nico, callin' out for Lou Reed
'Cause when I had no family, they were good to me
They were good to me
Ohh oh oh oh ohh ohh ohhhh
Blown around like a paper cup
Between the willows and the fields
Out behind the gas stations
And between the diesel wheels
And everyone sings a bout love
And everyone sings about loss
And everyone sings about something that they never understood
Or never come across
And I am no different and I am no better
Because I know different and I know better
And I believe that you believe we can agree and I won't have to lie
And I believe that you believe we can agree and I won't have to lie
Dustbowl boogalou
Dustbowl boogalou