| Lights wink out as the morning wakes the world
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| She’s waving from the window, wearing nothing but her pearls
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| I take her picture, she takes it in her stride
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| I say «what's the time», she says «honey you decide»
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| It’s the hipster gimmick, the hipster gimmick
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| She’s got the hipster gimmick, beginner’s mind
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| It’s the hipster gimmick, just the hipster gimmick
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| She’s got the hipster gimmick, gimmick, beginner mind
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| Dreamland to starboard ships in the night
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| Suburban galaxies, artificial light
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| Memories of Venus, hand on her hip
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| Finding my focus and losing my grip
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| It’s the hipster gimmick, she’s got the hipster gimmick
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| It’s the hipster gimmick, beginner’s mind
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| She’s got the hipster gimmick, the hipster gimmick
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| She’s got the hipster gimmick, beginner’s mind
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| Works every time, it’s the hipster gimmick, the hipster gimmick
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| Works every time |