| Would you like to come to my house and play records,
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| And drink the rest of this Korean tea?
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| There’s been hardly anyone there, in my house, lately
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| Hardly anyone there, you will say, with me
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| I’m trying not to tap that emotion
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| The one where you’re feeling alone
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| There’ll be hardly anyone there, you will say, in the jungle
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| Hardly anyone there, you will say, with me
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| It may be five minutes of fame
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| But it’s arriving just a little too late
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| It may be five minutes of fame
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| But it’s arriving just a little too late
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| I’m waiting on this vaulted ceiling
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| Flying buttresses for the boys and me
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| Thousands and thousands of Watts of electrical power
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| As the interface between you and me
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| We grew up in these towns, where no art was around us
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| Still, a few of us could even see
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| There’ll be hardly anyone there, in this museum with us
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| Be hardly anyone there, you will say, with me
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| It may be five minutes of fame
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| But it’s arriving just a little too late
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| It may be five minutes of fame
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| But it’s arriving just a little too late
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| And if the band just never plays
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| The curtain never falls
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| And if the curtain never falls
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| The band will never play
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| Ah… |