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    It started when we were little kids
    Free spirits, but already tormented by our own hands
    Given to us by our parents
    We got together and wrote on desks
    And slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains
    And slipped through whatever cracks we can find
    Minds altered, we didn't falter
    In portraving hysterical and
    Tragic characters in a smog filled universe
    We loved the dirty city
    And the journeys away from it
    We had not yet been or seen our friends, selves
    Chase tails round and round in downward spirals
    Leaving trail of irretrievable, vital life juice behind
    Still, the brothers, blood comrades
    Partner, family, cousin was impenetrable
    And we lived inside it
    Laughing with no clothes
    And everything experimental till death was upon us
    In our face, mortality
    And lots of things seemed futile then
    But love and music can save us
    And did, while the giant grey monster grew
    More poisoned and volatile around us
    Jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around
    Nothing is the same
    So we keep moving
    We keep moving

    (Oh shit, oh shit)

    Went off and got some hair cuts
    Lookin' wild and got all drugged up
    Hopped a train into the night
    Got a ride with a transvestite
    Two boys in San Francisco
    Two boys in San Francisco
    Blasted off in a bart bathroom
    Those coppers woke us up
    The mothersfuckers woke us up

    Two young brothers on a hovercraft
    Telepathic love and belly laughs

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    Storm the stage of Universal
    Slim shine talk boy go subversal
    Papa's proud and so he sent us
    Pounding hearts full and relentless
    Two boys in London, England
    Two boys in London, England
    Climbing out of hostel windows
    Wearing gear so out but in though
    Come on kid and do the no no

    Two young brothers on a hovercraft
    Telepathic love and belly laughs

    (Oh shit, oh shit)

    We went to Fairfax High School
    Jumped off buildings into their pools
    We'd sit down and grease at Canters
    Run like hell they can't catch us
    Two boys in LA proper
    Two boys in LA proper
    Stealin' anything that we could
    Gotta sneak into the Starwood
    Gotta peak into the deep good

    I remember, ten years ago in Hollywood
    We did some good
    And we did some real bad stuff
    But the Butthole Surfers said
    It's better to regret something you did
    Than something you didn't do
    Yeah, we were young
    And we were looking, looking
    Looking for that deep kick
    Yeah, seen 'em come, seen 'em go

    (And I feel I'm getting close to you)

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    Composition: Red Hot Chili Peppers, Flea, Chad Smith, and Dave Navarro

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