| Blind date with a chancer, we had oysters and dry lancers
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| And the check when it arrived, we went dutch, dutch, dutch
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| Dutch a redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash
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| And this emory board is giving me a rash
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| I’m flat out
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| You’re so beautiful to look at when you cry
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| Freeze, don’t move
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| You’ve been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation
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| Of the sequel to your life
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| A shady lane
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| Everybody wants one
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| A shady lane
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| Everybody needs one
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| Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
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| Oh my God, oh his God, oh her God, oh your God
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| It’s everybody’s God, it’s everybody’s God
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| It’s everybody’s God, it’s everybody’s God
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| The worlds collide
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| And all that I want is a shady lane
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| Glance don’t stare
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| Soon you’re being told to recognize your heirs
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| No not me
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| I’m an island of such great complexity
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| Distress surrounds
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| The muddy peaceful center of this town
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| Tell me off
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| In the hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys
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| And the over friendly concierge
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| A shady lane
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| Everybody wants one
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| A shady lane
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| Everybody needs one
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| Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
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| Oh my God, oh his God, oh her God, oh your God
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| It’s everybody’s God, it’s everybody’s God
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| It’s everybody’s God, it’s everybody’s God
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| The worlds collide
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| But all that I want is a shady lane |