| -- spoken:
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| «this is a brand new song wed like to do for you now. |
| and, I wrote this
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| Song sittin sandin the ol main mast sittin in the hurricane hole, in Nassau, bahamas. |
| about to throw up and the only thing that could get me Through was a bottle of perrier and a jackson browne album. |
| so, this is Called perrier blues.»
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| Ridin high atop the main mast
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| Harbor stretched out below
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| All day Ive been feelin kind of half-assed
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| So I asked the boy to lower me slow
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| Lower me slow
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| Sat down and drank me some perrier
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| Watched the seaplane disappear out of sight
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| Confused in my head well I jumped back in bed
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| Wondering whos at the fronton tonight
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| Shinin bright
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| I know the night and I miss it Ive got this thing for applause
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| But like a cat on my rockin chair cushion
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| Ive got to stretch my claws
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| Move my jaw
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| I know Ive got the best of both worlds
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| Though that sounds like a t.v. |
| show
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| When that anchor goes down and the sails are all furled
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| Well its back on the road I go Back I go Well I bitch about the food and the weather
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| Wondering why the hell I ever came back
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| But knowing deep down I love this merry-go-round
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| And I cant wait to lay down this track
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| When I get back
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| Yeah, I know the night and I love it Ive got this thing for a show
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| If the balls hit my way Im going to glove it cause thats the only thing I know
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| All I know
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| Yeah, I know the night and I miss it Ive got this thing for applause
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| But like a cat on my rockin chair cushion
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| Ive got to stretch my claws
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| Move my jaw
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| Move my jaw
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| Cant seem to lose those perrier blues
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| Cant seem to lose those perrier blues
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| Cant seem to lose those perrier blues |