| Nordstrom was a simple man
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| Who had some non-conformist plan
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| To save his ass
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| Every night he danced alone
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| And blotted out the monotone
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| That was his past
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| He packs his bag of mysteries
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| And leaves the lonely memories
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| Where they belong
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| They came and went so easily
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| This rising tide identity
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| Sings like a song
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| Lets sing
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| Lage nom ai nom ai When you know that life is just a game
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| Lage nom ai nom ai (oh!)
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| Hes the man who gave up his own name
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| In the roll of the cosmic dice
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| You win one heart and lose it twice
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| Before you know
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| Love is fine until you taste
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| This melancholy bouillabaisse
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| Called letting go Lage nom ai nom ai When you know that life is just a game
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| Lage nom ai nom ai (hey!)
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| Hes the man who gave up his own name
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| He moved on up to old beantown
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| And summered on the vineyard sound
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| To pass the day (day ay ay oh)
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| Island hopping crab key bound
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| Tendin bar he thinks hes found
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| A better way (ay ay ay oh)
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| Now were back where we belong
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| Without a clue and still without
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| A master plan (ay ay ay oh)
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| Incident or accident
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| It all depends on if youre meant
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| To understand (ay ay ay oh)
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| Lage nom ai nom ai When you know that life is just a game
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| Lage nom ai nom ai Hes the man who gave up his own name
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| Hes the man who gave up his own name
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| Spoken:
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| Eah, ol nordstroms gone. |
| checked out. |
| readin
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| The wrong kind of books… listenin to that wild
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| Carribbean music. |
| he wiped himself out of his own computer.
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| Hes the man who gave up his own name. |
| hes gone.
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| [note: lage nom ai nom ai is island patois which loosely translates:
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| «the man who gave up his own name."] |