| Sometimes I wish I hadn’t gotten that tattoo
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| Sometimes I wish I’d married you
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| One hundred fires, one hundred days
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| Sometimes I feel like a stranger
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| Sometimes I tell lies (Whoa ho)
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| Sometimes I act like a monkey
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| Here comes the night
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| And then kerjillions of stars start to shine
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| And icy comets go whizzing by
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| And everything’s shaking with a strange delight
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| And here it is: the enormous night
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| And oo my eyes; |
| they’re lookin all around
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| And oo my feet; |
| I’m upside down
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| If I were the president
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| If I were Queen for a day
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| I’d give the ugly people all the money
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| I’d re-write the Book of Love
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| I’d make it funny
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| Wheel of fortune, wheel of fate
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| Two hundred forty million voices
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| Two hundred forty million names
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| And down in the ocean where nobody goes
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| Some fish are fast
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| Some are slow
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| Some swim round the world
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| Some hide below
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| This is the ocean
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| So deep, so old
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| And then kerjillions of stars start to shine
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| And icy comets go whizzing by
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| And everything’s shaking with a strange delight
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| And this is it: the enormous night
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| And oo my eyes; |
| they’re lookin all around
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| And oo my feet; |
| they’ve left the ground
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| So cry me a river that leads to a road
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| That turns into a highway that goes and goes
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| And tangles in your memories
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| So long, so old |