| Bobbing for apples in Somalia,
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| The man with the iron curtain is following you,
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| No one’s coming for tea time,
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| Except my own holy ghost.
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| You’re somewhere far,
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| Probably drinking a whiskey,
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| I dating Jack Daniels, and Caleb and Swiss Miss, Nicky and tea,
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| Nachos with cocoa hey, to each his own.
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| Lovely people, lovely places,
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| I can’t remember names and I can’t remember faces,
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| Someone next door’s fucking to one of my songs.
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| Hey, light fixture, you are much too bright,
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| Oh, won’t you stay with me through the night,
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| Just grab a pillow tight,
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| And wait for the dizziness to pass.
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| Rock and roll, you ate my soul
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| You sucked dry my bones but you spit out my mole
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| I’ll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end.
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| Lovely people, lovely places,
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| Drunken faces, slurring their phrases,
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| I’ll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end.
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| You so jealous, I’m so lonely,
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| You’ll never forgive me but I love you only,
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| I’ll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end.
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| You so jealous, I’m so lonely,
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| You’ll never forgive me but I love you only.
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| Someone next door’s fucking to one of my songs |