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| 8:08 | 
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| 2. |
| 6:09 | 
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You've had your fill of laughing gas
And pacing 'round the waiting room Heard you moved into an empty house When they broke into the girls bedroom The daughter of a child Said she's got the whole thing down Best inform the missing persons act You know your daughter cant be found Do you want something to eat? Who'd look good in Captoe's hat Are you trying to poison me Who siad that I could ever act Daughter of a child... |
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| 3. |
| 4:51 |
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She's going downtown
but she comes from uptown Where the brokers and the dealers socialise She's going downtown Cos she's a poet And the Chinese bakery's open all night Toulouse Lautrec called up today Said it's Rock n Roll anyway Excuse me while It's tearing off your head Epiphany just went to ground The three men just can't be found The underground just shook its weary head She said she's gonna show me around The Chinese bakery thats open Twenty hours She's going downtown... Got a roller coaster in my head You press the button - It'll eject Your present is just somebodys past Don't blink, pinch me twice Just seen Bob Dylan on a motorbike I don't think this relationship will last She said she's gonna show me around The Chinese bakery thats open Twenty hours She's going downtown... And the Chinese bakery's open all night |
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| 4. |
| 5:22 |
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We first met it was raining
In a house with bay windows And all the fitting and fixtures And a catalogue of injury She's got a credo in underground movies Her father is a lawyer Who paid for the fitting and fixtures And a house with bay windows And I'm calling from a Baltimore Hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own You're on a limb again calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own Don't let him in again Four weeks later in April I took her to the doctors Said "I've no prescription" For compromised solution And I'm calling from a Baltimore Hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own You're on a limb again calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own Don't let him in again Ten years Caught in a trap by my own cunning Thought I was smart Thought I was dying For years I lived in a flat without water running Thought it was smart Thought it was funny I'm writing in memoirs The underground press remain faithful Ghost writing her memoirs Maybe we'll get it on cable |
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| 12:28 |
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| 8:49 |
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