| We first met, it was raining
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| In a house with bay windows
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| And all the fittings and fixtures
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| And a catalogue of injury
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| She’s got a credo in underground movies
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| Her father is a lawyer
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| Who paid for the fittings and fixtures
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| And a house with bay windows
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| And I’m calling from a Baltimore hotel
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| Don’t let it ring again
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| Your movies are your own
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| You’re on a limb again
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| Calling from a Baltimore hotel
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| Don’t let it ring again
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| Your movies are all your own
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| Don’t let him in again
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| Four weeks later in April
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| I took her to the doctors
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| Said, «I've no prescription
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| For compromised solution»
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| And I’m calling from a Baltimore hotel
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| Don’t let it ring again
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| Your movies are your own
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| You’re on a limb again
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| Calling from a Baltimore hotel
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| Don’t let it ring again
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| Your movies are all your own
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| Don’t let him in again
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| In again
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| Ten years caught in a trap
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| By my own cunning
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| Thought I was smart
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| Thought I was dying
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| For years I lived in a flat
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| Without water running
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| Thought it was smart
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| Thought it was funny
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| I’m writing her memoirs
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| The underground press remain faithful
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| Ghost writing her memoirs
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| Maybe we’ll get it on cable
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| And I’m calling from a Baltimore hotel
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| Don’t let it ring again
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| Your movies are your own
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| You’re on a limb again
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| Calling from a Baltimore hotel
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| Don’t let it ring again
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| Your movies are all your own
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| Don’t let him in again
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| In again |