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Nagel Baby

Nagel baby had it coming
He was a child of the eighties
Nagel baby worked the big room
With a God given talent for lying
Bred in suburbia
Now he's a lifeles cold silver

He flew too close to the sun

Gave him a glimpse of the outside
Created his own jet propulsion

Nagel baby
Some say that he's missed by the ladies
He died this side of midnight yuppy scum
He flew too close to the sun
Like a hot Maserati does 0-60
Cocaine and alcohol had driven him crazy

A man of his times

Will we miss him?
Will we miss him at all?
The times were a party
It was a party at times
He flew too close to the sun

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