| Set adrift on memory bliss of you
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| Baby you send me
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| Baby you send me
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| Set adrift on memory bliss of you
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| The camera pans to a cocktail glass
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| Behind a blind of plastic plants
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| I found the lady with the fat diamond ring
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| Then you know I can’t remember a damn thing
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| I think its one of those déjà vu things
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| Or a dream that’s trying to tell me something
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| Or will I ever stop thinking about it
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| I don’t know, I doubt it
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| Subterranean by design
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| I wonder what I would find if I met you
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| Let my eyes caress you
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| Until I meet the thought of Misses Princess who?
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| Often wonder what makes her work
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| I guess I’ll leave that question to the experts
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| Assuming that there are some out there
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| They’re probably alone, solitaire
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| I can remember when I caught up
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| With a past-time intimate friend, she said
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| «Bet you’re probably gonna say I look lovely
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| But you probably don’t think nothin' of me.»
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| She was right, though, I can’t lie
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| She’s just one of those corners in my mind
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| And I just put her right back with the rest
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| That’s the way it goes, I guess
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| Baby you send me
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| Baby you send me
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| Set adrift on memory bliss of you
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| Baby you send me
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| Baby you send me
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| Set adrift on memory bliss of you
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| Careless whisper from a careless man
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| A neutron dance for a neutron fan
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| Marionette strings are dangerous things
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| I thought of all the trouble they bring
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| An eye for an eye, a spy for spy
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| Rubber bands expand in a frustrating sigh
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| Tell me that she’s not dreaming
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| She’s got an ace in the hole, it doesn’t have meaning
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| Reality used to be a friend of mine
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| Caused complete control, I don’t take too kind
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| Christina Applegate, you gotta put me on
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| Guess whose piece of the cake is Jack gone
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| She broke her wishbone and wished for a sign
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| I told her whispers in my heart were fine
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| What did she think she could do
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| I feel for her, I really do
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| And I stared at the ring finger on her hand
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| I wanted her to be a big P.M. |
| Dawn fan
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| But I had to put her right back with the rest
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| That’s the way it goes, I guess
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| Baby you send me
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| Baby you send me
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| Set adrift on memory bliss of you
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| Baby you send me
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| Baby you send me
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| Set adrift on memory bliss of you
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| Baby you send me
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| Baby you send me
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| Set adrift on memory bliss of you
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| Baby you send me
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| Baby you send me
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| Set adrift on memory bliss of you
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| Baby you send me
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| Baby you send me
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| Set adrift on memory bliss of you
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| Baby you send me
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| Baby you send me
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| Set adrift on memory bliss of you |