| Your cup is blue so that it matches your shoes,
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| it’s the way the drains smoke in New York and it’s in everything you do.
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| You bashed your head and I found something to do;
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| I make up memories of me and you,
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| it’s like playing with your food,
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| it’s like playing with your food,
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| it’s like playing with your food.
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| That can arranged, she said, that can be arranged.
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| That can arranged, she said, that can be arranged.
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| When I see litter on the streets, I think of you,
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| it’s the way you talk in twos, and it’s whatever I fell through.
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| How many radiators have you got on in your house?
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| Do they keep you feel warm at night?
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| Do they tell you what to do?
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| Do they tell you what to do?
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| That can arranged, she said, that can be arranged.
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| That can arranged, she said, that can be arranged.
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| That can arranged, that can be arranged.
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| That can arranged, that can be arranged.
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| Your carpet is red so that it matches your hair,
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| it’s the way the neon buzzes in Las Vegas.
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| It’s in everything you do |