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An itch, my eye |
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Twitch like a memory |
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Forgotten bars |
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One of those cities |
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One of those nights |
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Everyone's darling |
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Everyone's sweetheart |
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Just this drink to hold my hand |
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One glass of anything |
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Anything cheap |
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And I'm here just because |
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Everyone else has come just to be seen |
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Oh, I don't know these buildings |
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I think I'm lost |
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In the perfumed armpit of time |
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Develop a debt now [?] |
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These people are briggs [?] |
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Six feet stones wrapped up in bow |
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Such disappointment in the paper is read |
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So I stand still, boring and bored |
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Fetching my eye again |
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Against the wall |
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At the end, at the close |
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Would you be good enough to take me home ' |
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Cause I don't know these buildings |
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I think I am lost ' |
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Cause I don't know these buildings |
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I think I am lost |
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Would you, would you |
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Would you be good enough to take me home |
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Would you, would you |
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Would you be good enough to take me home |
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Would you, would you |
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Would you be good enough to take me home |
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Would you, would you |
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Would you be good enough to take me home |
