History repeats the old conceits
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The glib replies the same defeats
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Keep your finger on important issues
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With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues
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I'm just the oily slick
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On the windup world of the nervous tick
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In a very fashionable hovel
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I hang around dying to be tortured
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You'll never be alone in the bone orchard
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This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel
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So in this almost empty gin palace
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Through a two-way looking glass
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You see your Alice
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You know she has no sense
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For all your jealousy
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In a sense she still smiles very sweetly
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Charged with insults and flattery
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Her body moves with malice
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Do you have to be so cruel to be callous
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And now you find you fit this identikit completely
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You say you have no secrets
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And then leave discreetly
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[Chorus:]
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I might make it California's fault
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Be locked in Geneva's deepest vault
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Just like the canals of Mars and the great barrier reef
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I come to you beyond belief
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My hands were clammy and cunning
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She's been suitably stunning
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But I know there's not a hope in Hades
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All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle
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So-called gentlemen and ladies
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Dog fight like rose and thistle
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I've got a feeling
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I'm going to get a lot of grief
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Once this seemed so appealing
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Now I am beyond belief
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[Chorus]
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Beyond Belief
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| Elvis Costello |
