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Those were high times back in Delhi**lf**I was left for dead**lf**Everybody beat it to L. A.**lf**So the papers read**lf**But I said**lf**''No, this is not where I get dropped off**lf**Keep the dough**lf**I''m here to blow the top off it''**lf**Sixty-eight back in Chicago**lf**Watched my friends all fall**lf**Now they''re waiting down in old Key Largo**lf**For their man to call**lf**All laid back**lf**Sitting in the redwood sauna**lf**Hanging slack**lf**Like some dazed iguana**lf**I''d choose the bruised up moon over the sun**lf**I''d lose, I guess I''m confused**lf**What''s number one?**lf**What''s number one?**lf**I''m a fine one to be talking**lf**Dig the mastermind**lf**You see even if you hold the key**lf**The door''s locked from behind**lf**But I left**lf**I was playing out a lone part**lf**I was deaf to whispers**lf**Of my own heart**lf**I''d choose the bruised up moon over the sun**lf**I''d lose, I guess I''m confused**lf**What''s number one?**lf**What''s number one?**lf**Like a miner seeks that main gold vein**lf**I''ll search on**lf**Cutting through against the grain**lf**Keeps me sane**lf**I''d choose the bruised up moon over the sun**lf**I''d lose, I guess I''m confused**lf**What''s number one?**lf**What''s number one?**lf**I''d choose the bruised up moon**lf**I''d lose, I guess I''m confused**lf**What''s number one?**lf**LyricsFreak