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-"this is a new song that, er...john wrote."
-"and we've never done this number before so best of luck. it's called 'cold turkey'."

One, two, three, four!

The temp'rature's risin', fever is high,
Can't see no future, can't see no sky.

My feet are so heavy, so is my head,
I wish i was a baby, i wish i was dead.

Cold turkey has got me on the run.

My body is aching, goose pimple bone.
Can't see nobody, leave me alone.

Eyes are wide open, so is my head,
There' s one thing i'm sure of,
I'm in at the deep freeze.

Cold turkey has got me on the run.

Aaahh -

Thirty-six hours rollin' in pain,
Prayin' to someone, free me again.

Oh, i'll be a good boy, make, make me well,
I'll give you anything, get me out of this hell.

Well, cold turkey has got me on the run.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh.



-"i've got to get that voice, aahh, aahh..."

-"how are we doin'?"

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