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Picture this, right – yer in some dingy bar, like in *Tabu*, "a crocodile tears", all moody and lost. This song’s blarin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, you mad bastard, you’d prob’ly charm the knickers off her yerself!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d give it a whirl, haha! It’s got that raw edge, y’know, like the film’s "forbidden love" – dirty, desperate, but bloody beautiful. Makes me wanna howl at the moon, mate.

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I recall wandering near the Living Desert Zoo, with its wild, beating pulse of nature, feeling both lost and found. Enough! Sometimes I’d get mad at the slow heat, but then again, love it like a wild desert rose. Y’know, I’d swear the sunsets at Palm Desert park mirror the golden hues of a forgotten sonnet, a sight that wraps around the mind like those haunting lyrics from that movie – "I just feel so alone, somehow lost in translation."

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