Ultimate Fakebook I'm All Out Of It Now
I'm all out of it now
I'm all messed up and dressed down
I don't know anyone around
because I'm out of it
For weeks and years and months it seems
I'm out of everything I need
No, don't ask for anything - I'm out of it
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It must be a cool thing
And it must be a cool place
It must be a cool state of mind
Cuz it's always behind me - where I can't find it
I'm all out of it now
And I just gotta have it loud
And I could never turn it down
because I'm out of it
For weeks and years and months it seems
I play my fingers 'till they bleed
The price of fame is what I need - I'm out of it
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