Everyone gather round now
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sing us a song
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just in case by tomorrow
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it happens he's gone
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For two weeks and seven days
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our fair foreign friend
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I have this feeling
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we might never see Steven again
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CHORUS
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We thought he was gone
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But he's come back again
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Last week it was funny
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but now the joke's wearing thin
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'cause everyone knows now
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that every night now
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will be Steven's last night
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in town
|
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He's charmed [live:fucked] everyone here
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Except Tamara Easter
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who later revealed to him
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her innermost secrets
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Won us over with stories
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about Linda McCartney
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Lost points with the ladies
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for saying he couldn't love a
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woman with cellulite
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CHORUS
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[on Demo: I'm wondering how
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your decorations are standing up.
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In fact, the lawn's looking a little
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shabby, but we can discuss that later.
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How's the chimney stack doing?
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And the door arches, they're OK?]
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We were talking 'bout something
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Seems like was funny
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then Steven got quiet
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I think Steven was mad [live: pissed]
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Maybe he wasn't mad
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But we felt very strange in
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the moment
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But the moment was passed
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and forgotten about
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CHORUS
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Steven's Last Night in Town
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| Ben Folds Five |
