| To the first I’m dreaming
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| To the second screaming
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| To the third I’m falling into reverie extreme
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| To the fourth I’m swooning
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| To the fifth I’m gloomy
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| By the sixth see Dr Robert Moog
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| Entering my room with Alex and his Droogs
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| Let’s play the symphonies of Beethoven
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| Grooving in the nude with Alex and his Droogs
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| Let’s play the symphonies of Beethoven
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| Let’s get in the nude with Dr Robert Moog
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| To the sixth I’m cooing
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| In the seventh fooling around
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| To the eighth I’m doing things
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| I’ve never done before
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| I hallucinate in Nine
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| Under blood red lights, drinking blood red wine
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| And Alex will be mine
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| I’ll say it one more time
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| While Beethoven sits composing ten
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| Tiny glass animals stand on my desk
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| Music will blow them away
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| I have a disease, I’m down on my knees
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| Wrapped up in bandages, weightless
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| Look at my face here at your waist
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| Through stereo wide angle lenses
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| Nude on my chair, combing my hair
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| Deaf in orange
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| I play the symphonies of Beethoven
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| Naked in the rain, time and time again
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| Let’s play the symphonies of Beethoven
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| Let’s get in the mood with Dr Robert Moog
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| Let’s play the symphonies of Beethoven
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| Grooving in the nude with Alex and his Droogs
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| Let’s play the symphonies of Beethoven
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| Let’s get in the mood…
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| I sent a postcard to hell
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| To wish the devil happy birthday
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| He replied with an orange mechanique
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| It’s apparently 'le dernier mot de chic' |