| Gene was having a day
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| There’s no other way to say it
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| Hung high on her sunbeam
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| Splayed over her river of love
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| Gene was having a day
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| There’s no other way to explain it
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| I knew when I saw you
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| I knew… when you said
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| «I don’t mean to complain now
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| My day’s been going too lame
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| And I don’t believe you…»
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| Gene was having a day
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| I don’t know what to do
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| When she’s curled up in the fetal position
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| When she claws at her face like a rat
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| Gene was having a day
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| I don’t know what to do
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| When she’s writhin' like a bug in an oven
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| When she’s howlin' up the room like she’s shot
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| «I don’t mean to complain now
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| But my love’s been floatin' away
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| My love’s been floatin' away
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| I don’t mean to complain now
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| But my love’s been floatin' away
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| My love…
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| I watch the sun set
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| From the same window
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| And fall into a dream
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| Fall into a dream
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| The same dream I’ve had
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| Since I was just
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| A little girl
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| And it all came true, sorta
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| I did travel to the moon sometimes
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| It all came true, darlin'
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| I did love you
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| So hard
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| I don’t mean to complain now
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| My heart’s been beatin' so strange
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| My heart’s been beatin' so strange
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| Strange, strange, strange
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| My heart, strange, strange
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| Strange, strange, strange
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| Oh, my love…" |