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There's a fat man who offers a change of scene |
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Says he'll guarantee my sheet will be clean |
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When I get on the outside |
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But who can you trust when the walls have ears |
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I'm for takin' a chance, like a drownin' man |
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I'm going under |
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I've got reds in my bed |
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I'm not easily led to the slaughter |
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And while the cold war exists |
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I'll stay warm with the commisar's daughter |
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We could meet at the zoo where the tiger roams |
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In a prison of steel |
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He reminds me so much of the way I feel |
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And we know that we're both in the danger zone |
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Where the eyes of the world |
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Full of shutters and bugs are upon us now |
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I've got reds in my bed |
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I get blues looking out of my window |
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And we're never alone, there's a tap on the phone |
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And my pillow |
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Let me go home |
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(There's a girl in a distant land) |
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Let me go home |
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(Who's nothing more than a memory) |
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She don't know that I'm gonna be free |
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Let me go home |
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(You're a land full of misery) |
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Let me go home |
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(You're a cruel and a faceless race) |
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I don't like your philosophy |
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I don't like your philosophy |
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The connections are made and the time is right |
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So my body is walled in the shell of a car |
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in the dead of night |
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And I laugh through the pain and the agony |
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As they cut me away to be born again |
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back to humanity |
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You've got reds in your bed |
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There's a man lookin' over your shoulder |
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But don't you give him your mind |
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It's too late when you find that it's over |
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You! |
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Let me go home |
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(You're a land full of misery) |
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Let me go home |
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(You're nothing more than a memory) |
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I don't like your philosophy |
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Let me go home |
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(You're a cruel and a faceless race) |
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Let me go home |
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(You're nothing more than a memory) |
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I don't like your philosophy |
