| Buddha smoked my cigarettes and jesus drank my beer
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| It goes to show that I don’t know what’s going on round here
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| Well it’s up down, it’s all around
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| It’s left and right and I’m gone
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| It’s neither here nor there, nor anywhere
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| It’s so far out it’s gone
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| Trying to remember to forget myself again
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| Trying to remember to forget myself again
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| Some fool stole my box of tricks and switched the damm thing on
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| I can’t be held responsible if this goes on for long
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| Well it’s time to stop, you got me on the hop
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| So maybe we can drop it now
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| You wheel and deal, and it’s so surreal
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| It’s gotta change somehow
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| Well I’m trying to remember to forget myself again
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| I’m trying to remember to forget myself again
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| I hear your telephone is always hooked around your ear
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| You’re calling to complain, but I don’t give a damm my dear
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| Buddha stole my bicycle, and Jesus drank my wine
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| I never trust a guru with a lawyer on the line
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| I’m trying to remember to forget myself again
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| I’m trying to remember to forget myself again
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| Trying to remember to forget…
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| Trying to remember
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| Trying to remember
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| Trying to remember to forget myself again |