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Em-c-g |
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Em-g-c-g |
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C-a-g |
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C-g-c-g |
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E-d-g |
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So we were standing, like the last rock band on the planet |
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Of vapor trails and alpine skies |
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It's all green fields, yellow flowers, and brown liquor |
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Oh brown liquor |
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Bug's got a job in the catskills |
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Met some fraulein along the way |
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Took her home, but then she had an episode |
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Though it did disturb him, he was strangely compelled |
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Seven days will i've been waiting |
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Seven days and seven nights |
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Seven days will i've been dreaming |
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Of the real thing |
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Of the real thing |
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So we were standing around, fading in and out of fashion |
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While amerikids dug eurobeats |
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Well we know all of the doormen and other bartendresses |
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And there ain't nothing that you don't got that we don't need |
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Did i say that right? |
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Seven days will i've been waiting |
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Seven days and seven nights |
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Seven days will i've been dreaming |
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Of the real thing |
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Of the real thing |
