4.Albatross
Sad tyrant, turn on a dime in the sultry West Coast night
Hopping along skid row, amongst the hopeful and their junk
You showed me so much
Took us to a new high
Speeding along in a clean machine
Riding the wake of another one, so mean
Those days are now long gone
Wish I had your picture
Memory will do the trick
So I wanted to help you
And I have to admit things got weird for a bit
And I screamed for you,
There goes my man
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