I was thinking of phoning
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the richest woman in the town
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a radio was playing nonsense
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and yes,
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the cigarette machine is broken down
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watch yourself now
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the lino's greasy
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it could surely kill
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ever since they fixed the light in here
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this place has gone downhill
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And now I'm running
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up the aisle
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of an endless train
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and when I try to sleep
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I dream the very same
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I am nothing
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becoming nothing
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and nothing's to be done
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then I'm falling in love
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with Lady 21
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Press me to her tumbling beauty
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oh gorgeous siren wraith
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I may never know what hit me
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but I'll leap with all of my faith
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I'll have her way with me
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and be delivered as it occurs
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she'll be smiling so happily
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I'll break my body on hers
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I'll break my body on hers
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Put out the fetch-candle
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if you're coming through
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and be my familiar spirit
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if you want to
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deliver me unto my desire
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deliver me unto my desire
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I'm up on the heights
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I'm still up on the heights
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Lady 21
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| Luxuria |
