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All of us weirdos went to the concert
Of the great telepath from Dublin
Half an hour before we invaded the subway
I was bound and you in ecstasy
And you didn't mind 8 or 80
You'd only live for John Boy
In front of the stage you were already singing his hits
First rows your obsession
You said that John Boy was boreal
A bit ambiguous and with a grey childhood
Honestly I hated it until I died
The light fainted
"Which are you going to start with?"
you didn't care
You said: "they will hit"
How could it have been in your hells?
Is it impossible or not?
Mystery
And who had his gift!
It'd be possible to know you even more
i won't get it
To know more about you
I'm not a fan
Another John Boy fan
I hate john boy
You will hate John Boy
He was the insect for all those masses
"It has powers", you came to say
I think he's been running away for half of his life.
Maybe the same thing happens to me
He had spread his global emission
From Lima to Reykjavík
And yet who had close
I could not transmit
Universal look
Of personal scope
He hypnotized me at last
With his lethal verse
How is it possible that he was in his hells?
Is it impossible or not?
Mystery
And who had his gift!
It'd be possible to know you even more
I'll never get to, I'll never know
If I do not have his gift
If I do not have his gift
And now I am
And now I already am
And now I am
Another John Boy fan
And now I am
And now I already am
And now I am
Another John Boy fan
