I'm riding on a thin white line Stand in the doorway of cloud nine And you'll see me in the window Of a chaufered limousine. You'll see on the TV, radio & magazine Don't ask where I go or if I'm coming home. You say don't go, don't go, don't go to Babylon Well, hey Joe, I'm already there. You say don't go, don't go, don't go to Babylon Well, hey Joe, I'm already there. You can hear me for a million miles I'm surrounded by a thousand dials. And what I want to see if a mi llion more like me On plastic discs going around and around. Don't ask me why I changed. I never did. You say don't go... I'm riding on a thin white line Standing in the doorway of what's mine. Don't you try to stop me from going in. Don't take about the blood running down my chin. Don't ask me how I feel 'cause I feel fine. You say don't go...
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