| So we were standing, like the last rock band on the planet
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| Of vapor trails and alpine skies
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| It’s all green fields, yellow flowers, and brown liquor
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| Oh brown liquor
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| Bug’s got a job in the Catskills
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| Met some fraulein along the way
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| Took her home, but then she had an episode
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| Though it did disturb him, he was strangely compelled
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| Seven days when I’ve been waiting
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| Seven days and seven nights
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| Seven days when I’ve been dreaming
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| Of the real thing
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| Of the real thing
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| So we were standing around, fading in and out of fashion
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| While Amerikids dug Eurobeats
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| Well we know all of the doormen and other bartendresses
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| And there ain’t nothing that you got that we don’t need
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| Did I say that right?
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| Seven days when I’ve been waiting
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| Seven days and seven nights
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| Seven days when I’ve been dreaming
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| Of the real thing
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| Of the real thing
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| Seven days when I’ve been waiting
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| Seven days and seven nights
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| Seven days when I’ve been dreaming
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| Of the real thing
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| Of the real thing
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| Seven days when I’ve been waiting
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| Seven days and seven nights
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| Seven days when I’ve been dreaming
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| Of the real thing
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| Of the real thing
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| Of the real thing
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| Of the real thing
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| Of the real thing
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| Of the real thing |