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The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine |
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picking getting slim, slimmer |
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I hear them say my name |
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regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah |
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yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear |
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and I still can't hear |
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whadya think I was an amateur |
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playin' with my temperature... |
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If I hear another song about angels |
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if I see another feather on the dumb-box |
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I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey |
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Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now... |
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If I hear another song about angels |
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if I see another feather on the dumb-box |
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I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey |
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Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some whiskey now |
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My name is Lucille and I know how you feel |
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I live downstairs |
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I hear you taking out your garbage |
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I hear you loving your girlfriend |
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I hear you loving yourself too |
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I hear you flushing your toliet |
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I hear you turning your thoughts off |
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I turn mine off too |
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The only thing I hear is you |
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and you don't sound nice and you don't sound right |
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and you don't sound good and you don't sound right |
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My name is Lucille and I know how you feel |
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I live downstairs |
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I hear you taking out your garbage |
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I hear you loving your girlfriend |
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I hear you loving yourself too |
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I hear you turning your thoughts off |
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Oh, I hear you turning your thoughts off |
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and it get's quiet... |
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Pavlov's daughter woke up in the morning |
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Heard the bell ring |
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And something deep inside of her made her want to salivate |
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So she lay there drooling on her pillow |
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So she lay there, the sun skimming her skin, |
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and, and...drooling on her pillow |
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Pavlov's daughter |
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And it was far away and hazy like a dream |
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not a dream, not a dream, |
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but the ocean, not the ocean, |
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but forever... |
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The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine |
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picking getting slim, slimmer |
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I hear them say my name |
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regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah |
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yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear |
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and I still can't hear |
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whadya think I was an amateur |
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playin' with my temperature... |
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If I hear another song about angels |
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if I see another feather on the dumb-box |
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I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey |
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Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now... |
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If I hear another song about angels |
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if I see another feather on the dumb-box |
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I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey |
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Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some whiskey now |
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My name is Lucille and I know how you feel |
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I live downstairs |
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I hear you taking out your garbage |
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I hear you loving your girlfriend |
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I hear you loving yourself too |
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I hear you turning your thoughts off |
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I hear you turning your thoughts off |
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And I turn mine off too |
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The only thing I hear is you |
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and you don't sound nice and you don't sound right |
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and you don't sound good and you don't sound right |
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My name is Lucille and I know how you feel |
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I live downstairs |
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I hear you taking out your garbage |
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I hear you loving your girlfriend |
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I hear you loving yourself too |
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I hear you turning your thoughts off |
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I hear you turning your thoughts off |
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It get's quiet... |
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As quiet as an ambulance checking out the neighborhood, |
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waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow, |
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but nothing happens, it's a cruel joke |
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as ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest, |
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as ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head, |
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as ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head |
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going down stream... |
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to where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all... |