| So that’s how you found me
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| Rain falling around me
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| Looking down at a worm
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| With a long way to go
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| And the traffic was hissing by
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| And I was homesick and I was high
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| And I was surrounded by a language
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| In which I could say only hello
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| And thank you very much
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| But you spoke so I could understand
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| And I drew a treasure map on your hand
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| And you were no picnic
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| Well, you were no prize
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| But you had just enough pathos
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| To keep me hypnotized, hypnotized
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| Hypnotized, hypnotized, hypnotized
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| And the map led to an island
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| In a sea of store-bought dreams
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| Where soulless singers sang
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| Over beats built by machines
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| And lovely girls were hovering
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| Above my head like gulls
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| With their long slender necks
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| And their delicate skulls
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| And I was no picnic
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| No, I was no prize
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| But I had just enough sweetness
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| To keep you hypnotized, hypnotized
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| Hypnotized, hypnotized, hypnotized
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| So that’s how you found me
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| Rain falling around me
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| Looking down at a worm
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| With a long way to go |