| I got a flashlight in my pocket
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| And it goes right through the socket
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| Of a dead man’s strum my thumb so numb
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| And I’m gripping on the handle of a Roman septic candle
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| And I can’t let go or I’ll fall into the dark
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| But in my other hand gripped tight
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| In the fingers of the night I got
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| Jewels for Sophia
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| Jewels for Sophia
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| I been basted, really wasted
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| Chock full o' nuts and ifs and buts
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| It tasted great, shade, but I got another mouthful of desire
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| I got Lucas fruits, zoons, Barney, Pat Pat Saturday
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| Call in one for Nixon and another one for Stipe
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| This may read like a fax
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| But in the hand I never relax I got
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| Jewels for Sophia
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| Jewels for Sophia
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| Oh Lord I just amalgamated saturated clams
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| Dig Rex in tunnels with gerbils in your annex
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| I got Lord fluff ginger silicone pusscat
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| Never make a bad one out of all the stuff I weave
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| But up my sleeve, yeah, up my sleeve I got
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| Jewels for Sophia
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| Jewels for Sophia
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| Jewels for Sophia
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| Sophia shine on, shine on Sophia
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| Sophia shine on, shine on Sophia
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| See, I bring you colored ones
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| Yeah, I bring you colored ones
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| Onion glove, my kind of peelers
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| I feel as if a drain has opened in this world
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| That sucks out all the guilt and leaves fresh air
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| And free health care and good hair days
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| And an amazing pair of lips
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| That sucks your pips into infinity, pops, and so I gots
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| Jewels for Sophia
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| Jewels for Sophia
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| Jewels for Sophia
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| Jewels for Sophia
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| Jewels
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| Hidden track -- Mr. Tongs:
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| Hello, you’ve reached Goodfellas, Martin Scorsese’s classic
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| Tale of Italian-American manhood starring Ray Liotta, Bob
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| DeNiro, and Joe Pesci. |
| Unfortunately, we’re all busting
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| Each other’s at the moment
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| You’ve got to find your way around me
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| And everywhere you look
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| Ahh, little priestess, are you ready for Mister Tongs?
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| Well, I sure hope so
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| Matter directs itself
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| Inch by frozen inch
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| Toward the plinth
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| The benchmark so tidy
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| With feet all sewn up in their heads
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| Hoot hoot
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| Curling whistle blow
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| Remember the Memsahib
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| With a sack that burned himself out
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| Automatically toward your house
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| I could kiss your tree now
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| If you said your branches would bend
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| Hoot hoot
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| Curling whistle blow
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| Every sound I make is mine
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| But you have to leave the time out
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| For the funnel of dreams
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| Marking your own time together
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| When I could kiss your one or two of them
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| Bend like that
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| And snap
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| I said worm away each evening
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| With your jewels and your finks
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| And all your friends
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| Do you think that it counts?
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| Of course my dear, everything counts
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| But everything must be aborted eventually
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| And then you are left with the stones
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| You’ve got to find your way around me
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| Oh, little priestess are you ready for Mister Tongs?
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| And his friends?
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| Hoot hoot
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| Hoot hoot
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| Hoot hoot
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| Sometimes, Leslie I can’t believe your grasp of the bicycle
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| Hidden track -- Don’t Talk to Me About Gene Hackman:
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| I’ll have a warm bath
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| I’ll have a bottle of wine
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| I’ll put myself to bed
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| And I’ll feel just fine
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| But don’t talk to me about Gene Hackman
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| He’s got an evil grin
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| He’s got curly hair
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| And every time he smiles
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| It means trouble somewhere
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| So don’t talk to me about Gene Hackman
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| He’s in every film
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| Sometimes wearing a towel
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| And if it isn’t him
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| You get Andie MacDowell
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| So don’t talk to me about Gene Hackman
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| Don’t talk to me at all
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| Don’t say hello
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| You could be Gene himself for all I know
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| In Unforgiven
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| He was totally mean
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| But when he got his
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| I really felt for Gene
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| But don’t talk to me about Gene Hackman
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| I’ll have a cold shower
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| I’ll have a bottle of pop
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| I’ll get a dog named Laszlo
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| From a Laszlo shop
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| But don’t talk to me about
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| Gene Hackman |