| I walk into the corner of my room, see my friends in high places
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| I don’t know which is which and whom is whom, they’ve stolen each other’s faces
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| Janet is there with her high-hatting hair full of bedroom feathers
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| Janet is known to make dead men groan in any kind of weathers
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| I crawl over to her, I say hey baby, I say hey Janet
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| You are the one, you are the sun and I’m your dutyfull planet
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| But she ain’t down with any of that, she’s heard that shit before
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| I say ah ha, oh yeah, you’re right, cause I see Betty X standing by the door
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| And it’s getting strange in here
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| Yeah, it gets stranger every year
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| Now, Betty X is like Betty Y minus that fatal chromosome
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| Her hair is like the wine dark sea, on which sailors come home
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| I say hey baby, I say hey Betty X (I lean close up to her throat)
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| This light you’re carrying is like a lamp, hanging from a distant boat
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| It is my light, said Betty X, Betty X says this light ain’t yours
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| And so much wind blew through her words that I went rolling down the hall
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| And it’s getting strange in here
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| Yeah, it gets stranger every year
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| I turn another corner, I go down a corridor and I see this guy
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| He must be about 100 foot tall and he only has one eye
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| He asks me for my autograph, I write nobody and then
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| I wrap myself up in my woolly coat and blind him with my pen
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| Cause someone must have put something in my drink, everything getting strange
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| looking
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| Half the people had turned into squealing pigs, the other half were cooking
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| Let me out of here, I cried, and I went pushing past
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| And I saw miss Polly singing with some girls, I cried strap me to the mast
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| And it’s getting strange in here
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| Yeah, it gets stranger every year
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| Then a black girl with no clothes on danced across the room
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| We charted the progress of the planets around that boogie-wongie moon
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| I called her my nubian princess, I gave her some sweet-back bad-ass jive
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| I spent the next seven years between her legs pining for my wife
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| But by and by it all went wrong, I felt all washed-up on the shore
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| She stared down at me from up in the storm as I sobbed upon the floor
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| And don’t it make you feel alone
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| Don’t it make you wanna get right-on home
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| Here comes Alina with two black eyes, she’s given herself a transfusion
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| She’s filled herself with panda blood to avoid all the confusion
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| I said the sun rises and falls with you, and various things about love
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| But a rising violence in me cut all my circuits off
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| Well, Alina, she starts screaming, her cheeks are full of psychotropic leaves
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| Her extinction was nearly absolute when she turned her back on me
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| And it’s getting strange in here
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| Yeah, it gets stranger every year
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| I bumped bang crash into Deanna hanging pretty in the door frame
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| Alle the horrors which have befallen me, well, Deanna is to blame
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| Every time I see you, babe, you make me feel so all alone
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| And I wept my face into her dress long after she’d gone home
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| And don’t it make you feel alone
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| Don’t it make you wanna get right back home
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| Don’t it make you feel so sad, don’t the blood rush to your feet
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| To think that everything you do today, tomorrow is obsolete?
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| Technology and women and little children too
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| Don’t it make you feel blue? |
| Don’t it make you feel blue?
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| For more news from nowhere
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| And don’t it make you feel alone
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| Don’t it make you wanna get right back home
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| More news from nowhere
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| Well, I’ve gotta say
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |