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I went into twelve bookstores looking for |
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UlyssesMother, well, led me to believe, all my questions would be answered |
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Now I have it here, sitting on the table |
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Another word for the universe |
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Loose green tea and a bonsai tree, an underground apartment |
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Check my e-mail and wash my clothes while my rice is cooking |
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Oh Jesus Christ, how |
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I hate making phone calls |
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So I lead a lonely life |
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A waterfall from a higher place told me all about you |
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The funeral of the man |
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I was, told me not to doubt you |
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Oh, what we could do with your dress up 'round your shoulders |
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We could leave all our fear behind |
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I went into the liquor store looking for a bottle |
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Of my favorite |
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Bombay gin, the answer to my problems |
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But to my delight, the bottles were all taken |
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Oh yeah, another hero's night |
