Hail to the taxis
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They go where I go
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Farewell the newspapers that know more than I know
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Flung under a street-lamp still burning at dawn
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I'm in the mood again
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I walk the damp streets rather than slumber
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Along the fine windows of shameless and plunder
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But none of their riches could ever compare
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I'm in the mood again
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I don't know what's come over me
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But it's nothing that I'm doing wrong
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You took the breath right out of me
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Now you'll find it in the early hours
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In a lover's song
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I lay my head down on fine linens and satin
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Away from the mad-hatters who live in Manhattan
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The Empire State Building illuminating the sky
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I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood again.
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I'm In The Mood Again
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| Elvis Costello |
