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It seems like I've been here forever |
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Killing time in an airport bar |
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I see a tourist |
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With a face like a razor |
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Eyes like an insect |
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Body like cancer |
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All the hostesses |
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Feel the shame in what they do |
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All the travelers just say "you're welcome, sir" |
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It seems like I've been here forever |
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Killing time in an airport bar |
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I watch the waitress |
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I wonder when she's free |
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But I don't really like her |
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And I don't think she likes me |
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'cause I am part of the furniture |
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Part of the furniture |
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Body hairs on the course of women |
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That scream, "That's not so bad", they say |
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Nails form spirals, helter skelters |
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Thoughts, tree-lined streets wear brick houses |
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Suburban urges, disconnections |
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"I hope you find your way, sir" |
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Junkies, drunkies, queers, diseases |
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Electric hating dying eyes from |
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Far away, didn't I say |
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It seems like I've been here forever |
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Killing time in an airport bar |
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Killing time in an airport bar |
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Killing time in an airport bar |
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Wish we were here |
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It seems like I've been here forever |
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It seems like I've been here forever |
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Killing time in an airport bar |
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Killing time in an airport bar |
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Killing time in an airport bar |
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Killing time in an airport bar |
