| «do you smoke opium?» |
| he said
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| As he opened my wallet on the street
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| Please god please can you breathe a little softer
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| It’s hard enough to stand up straight cause I’m beat
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| Don’t call your girlfriend on the phone
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| There’s lots of other numbers you can use
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| Get this dial tone off me
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| Let’s go out and get some coffee
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| Caffeine will make you less and less confused
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| I didn’t want to be Chinese
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| I just ended up in this part of town
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| I’m an entertainer
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| And I will try to make you saner
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| At least turn your frown upside down
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| Her take a look upon my face
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| It’s dark, I know you can’t see at all
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| But try and take some notice
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| At least try and focus
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| Or else you’re going to stumble or even fall
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| There’s a man coming from the south land
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| Just coming off the fix, the sleeve tricks
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| Strike it up if judah sticks
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| The brass band, hold hands
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| Right across the new land
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| Have an accent pay your rent, at least conceal your identity
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| Cause it’s cheaper when it’s free
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| The warble in the purple
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| And the bubble’s in trouble again
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| I heard there was a murder just upstairs
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| I saw the graffiti on the van
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| The tears on her cheek, were as clean as a squeak
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| A crack in the window and they ran
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| Please let me hold you by the belt the fall is at least three stories down
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| It’s easier I swear, comb your teeth and brush your hair
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| A few flights of steps and we’re into town
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| «do you smoke opium?» |
| he said
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| As he offered the back seat of a cab
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| If you have no quid, don’t you even make a bid
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| Don’t worry, I’ll just put it on your tab
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| The yellow of the hood began to roar
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| The seat became soft or so it seemed
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| Just press it to your skin, and let the fun begin
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| The music inside your throat will make you scream
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| There’s a man coming from the south land
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| Just coming off the fix, the sleeve tricks
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| Strike it up if judah sticks
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| The brass band, hold hands
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| Right across the new land
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| Have an accent pay your rent, at least conceal your identity
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| Cause it’s cheaper when it’s free
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| The warble in the purple
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| And the bubble’s in trouble again
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| You don’t know me, but I’m famous
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| You might even like me, given a chance
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| I’m nervous, and I’m shaking
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| I’m toasted, and I’m still baking
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| From the drug that gives this evening such romance
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| «do you smoke opium?» |
| he said
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| As we walked into the early morning gray
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| With my hand upon his sleeve, before I took my leave
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| I said «no, and now I’ll be on my way» |