When she walks down the street,
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She knows there's people watching.
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The building fronts are just fronts
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To hide the people watching her
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But she once fell through the street
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Down a manhole in that bad way
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The underground drip
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Was just like her scuba days
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Days
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Daze
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Days
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Daze
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She was all right because the sea was so airtight, she broke away
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She is all right but she can't come out tonight, she broke away
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She was all right, yeah the sea was so tight, air tight
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She broke away, broke away
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At the bottom of the ocean she dwells
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At the bottom of the ocean she dwells
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From crevices caressed by fingers
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And fat blue serpent swells
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Stella, Stella, Stella, Stella I love you
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[Chorus]
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Well, she was my catatonic sex toy, love-joy diver
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She went down down down there into the sea,
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Yeah she went down down down there, down there for me, right on
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So good, oh yeah, right on
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(There's something that's invisible,
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There's some things you can't hide,
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Try detect you when I'm sleeping,
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In a wave you say goodbye...)
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Stella Was A Diver And She Was Always Down
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| Interpol |
