| The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine
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| picking getting slim, slimmer
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| I hear them say my name
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| regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah
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| yes I’m putting the boulder to my ear
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| and I still can’t hear
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| whadya think I was an amateur
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| playin’with my temperature…
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| If I hear another song about angels
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| if I see another feather on the dumb-box
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| I’m gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
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| Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now…
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| If I hear another song about angels
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| if I see another feather on the dumb-box
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| I’m gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
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| Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some whiskey now
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| My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
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| I live downstairs
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| I hear you taking out your garbage
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| I hear you loving your girlfriend
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| I hear you loving yourself too
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| I hear you flushing your toliet
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| I hear you turning your thoughts off
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| I turn mine off too
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| The only thing I hear is you
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| and you don’t sound nice and you don’t sound right
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| and you don’t sound good and you don’t sound right
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| My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
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| I live downstairs
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| I hear you taking out your garbage
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| I hear you loving your girlfriend
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| I hear you loving yourself too
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| I hear you turning your thoughts off
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| Oh, I hear you turning your thoughts off
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| and it get’s quiet…
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| Pavlov’s daughter woke up in the morning
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| Heard the bell ring
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| And something deep inside of her made her want to salivate
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| So she lay there drooling on her pillow
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| So she lay there, the sun skimming her skin,
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| and, and… drooling on her pillow
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| Pavlov’s daughter
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| And it was far away and hazy like a dream
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| not a dream, not a dream,
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| but the ocean, not the ocean,
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| but forever…
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| The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine
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| picking getting slim, slimmer
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| I hear them say my name
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| regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah
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| yes I’m putting the boulder to my ear
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| and I still can’t hear
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| whadya think I was an amateur
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| playin’with my temperature…
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| If I hear another song about angels
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| if I see another feather on the dumb-box
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| I’m gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
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| Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now…
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| If I hear another song about angels
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| if I see another feather on the dumb-box
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| I’m gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
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| Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some whiskey now
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| My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
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| I live downstairs
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| I hear you taking out your garbage
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| I hear you loving your girlfriend
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| I hear you loving yourself too
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| I hear you turning your thoughts off
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| I hear you turning your thoughts off
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| And I turn mine off too
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| The only thing I hear is you
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| and you don’t sound nice and you don’t sound right
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| and you don’t sound good and you don’t sound right
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| My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
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| I live downstairs
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| I hear you taking out your garbage
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| I hear you loving your girlfriend
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| I hear you loving yourself too
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| I hear you turning your thoughts off
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| I hear you turning your thoughts off
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| It get’s quiet…
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| As quiet as an ambulance checking out the neighborhood,
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| waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow,
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| but nothing happens, it’s a cruel joke
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| as ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest,
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| as ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head,
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| as ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head
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| going down stream…
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| to where… it isn’t… even… real… rain… at… all… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pavlov's Daughter , by - Regina Spektor. Song from the album Mary Ann meets the Gravediggers and other short stories by regina spektor, in the genre Инди