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She makes me so unsure of myself |
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Standing there but never talking sense |
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Just a visitor you see |
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So much wanting to be seen |
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She'd open up the door and vaguely carry us away |
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It's the customary thing to say or do |
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To a disappointed proud man in his grief |
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And on Fridays she'd be there |
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And on Wednesday not at all |
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Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall |
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You're a ghost la la la |
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You're a ghost |
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I'm in the church and I've come |
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To claim you with my iron drum |
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la la la |
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The Continent's just fallen in disgrace |
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William William William Rogers put it in its place |
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Blood and tears from old Japan |
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Caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor |
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singing crying singing tediously |
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(Les Tuilleries -- instruments sans voix) |
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Efficiency efficiency they say |
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Get to know the date and tell the time of day |
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As the crowds begin complaining |
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How the Beaujolais is raining |
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Down on darkened meetings on Champs Elysee |