| You look like someone
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| Tounge-tied
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| Finding the word
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| Goodbye.
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| Baby, I hope that you get a clue,
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| Soon before you die.
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| You’re only good when you’re on your back.
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| You, evening virgin cotton nymph.
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| Then we’ll see who’s kiddin' who now.
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| You’re an overpaid actress…
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| And it feels so down.
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| Yeah, I feel so down…
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| I’m an anthropophobic.
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| A wolf from the steps,
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| With pills in my coat
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| And wine on my breath.
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| A goodnight’s rest on the floor,
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| Near the bed,
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| Where I rest my head.
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| Through the door, someone says,
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| «Let the dead bury the dead.»
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| Unplugged the phone.
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| I stopped eating and sleeping.
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| Can’t get over your love,
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| (Your love…)
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| I bought some drugs,
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| That I never heard of,
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| And asked what the damage was.
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| And it feels so down.
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| Yeah, I feel so down.
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| Yeah, I feel so down…
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| You’re lost in your mind.
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| I believe that anyone can see it.
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| For only one time,
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| We can be together, if you want it.
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| (Evening virgin cotton nymph)
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| I know what you want,
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| But, baby, what you want I just don’t got it.
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| (Through the door, someone says,
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| «Let the dead bury the dead.»)
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| Get away from the door.
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| I heard you sell the truth but I don’t buy it…
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| (And asked what the damage was)
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| And it feels so down.
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| (Unplugged the phone.
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| I stopped eating and sleeping.
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| Can’t get over your love…)
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| Yeah, I feel so down.
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| (I bought some drugs
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| That I never heard of.
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| You’re an overpaid actress…)
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| Yeah, I feel so down…
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| (Unplugged the phone.
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| I stopped eating and sleeping…) |