| You used to sing with a straight face «Que Sera, Sera»
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| And drive those perfumed queens back to our place in a velvet box
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| And then make your move
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| Since you went underground
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| I’ve wanted to track you down
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| Since you went underground
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| I’ve wanted to dig you out
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| You used to sing with a straight face «My Heart Will Go On»
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| And bring those tattoo’d freaks back to our place in a mason jar
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| You had something to prove
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| Since you went underground
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| I’ve wanted to track you down
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| Yeah, since you went underground
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| I’ve wanted to dig you out
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| You passed out quick
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| You lack ambition
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| Why does everybody always end up in the kitchen?
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| The men in white slacks sure looks dangerous
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| And I heard the short one’s kind of famous
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| You used to say you wanted to end up in Forest Lawn
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| The two of us side by side asleep while the teenagers drink 'til dawn
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| Please tell me it’s true
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| Since you went underground
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| I’ve wanted to track you down
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| Since you went underground
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| I’ve wanted to dig you out
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| You used to sing with a straight face «Que Sera, Sera» |