| Pasta simmers on the stove in June
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| Makes no sense yet, but it will soon
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| Conversation starters come way too hard
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| Nobody wants to be the martyr,
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| playin' the wrong cards
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| Why did you come to this planet?
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| Why did you come to this life?
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| How can you be everybody’s dream,
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| and still be somebody’s wife?
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| Tell me, what did you have for lunch today?
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| That’s right, how would I know?
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| How would I know?
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| You are off somewhere, being free
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| while I starve in the lonesome cold.
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| Our bodies got used to each other
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| Now they’re used to the sound
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| of Richie Havens' voice on the vinyl,
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| spinning round and round, round and round
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| Sometimes I feel I was born way too late
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| Shoulda been born on the Woodstock stage
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| But I’m just here, waitin', and waitin', and waitin'
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| Somebody famous had a birthday today
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| All I saw was another full moon
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| What’s that?
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| Something’s burning on the stove
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| Must be the pasta
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| Must be the pasta
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| Oh yeah, it’s June |