| I can see over that hill, over that hill
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| Over that hill is a greasy hotel, a greasy hotel
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| Everybody’s naked and underneath the tables in the greasy hotel
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| And there was a girl who came down to the bar
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| To have a laugh and have a dance
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| 'Til she met some starving palm
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| Grabbed her by the mind and by the arm
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| But it happens all the time, you have no reason for alarm
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| Says a kid in a t-shirt looking past me
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| Take your hands off of her
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| It’s not your world to pervert
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| I can see over that hill, over that hill
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| Over that hill is a greasy hotel, a greasy hotel
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| There are 57 windows, and a hand-print in each one
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| The band plays another one, did she try and sing along?
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| Well they are clawing at her lips
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| And they are clawing at her wrists
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| The kid in the t-shirt says that everyone’s to be convinced
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| Take your hands off of her
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| It’s not your world to pervert
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| Take your hands off of her
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| It’s not your world to pervert
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| I can see over that hill, over that hill
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| Over that hill is a greasy hotel, a greasy hotel
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| I can see over that hill, over that hill
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| Over that hill
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| Now I hear it’s coming soon
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| But it’s already here |