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I used to know this kid always sitting on the side

Nobody spoke with him, they thought him rather odd

He had reptile skin, he lived a weird life

He smoked his cigarettes, he lived on paperbacks

When he was alone, he found things were the same

Only happier than a man of open head

Open my head, open head

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Open head (Open head, open head, open head, open head)