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The camera pans the cocktail glass,
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behind a blind of plastic plants;
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I found the lady with the fat diamond ring.
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then you know I can't remember a damn thing.
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I think it's one of those de ja vu things,
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or a dream that's tryin' to tell me something.
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Or will I ever stop thinkin' about it.
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I don't know, I doubt it.
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Subterranean by design,
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I wonder what I would find if I met you,
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let my eyes caress you,
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until I meet the thought of Missess Princess Who?
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Often wonder what makes her work.
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I guess I'll leave that question to the experts,
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assuming that there are some out there.
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they're probably alone, solitaire.
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I can remember when I caught up
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with a pastime intimate friend.
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She said, "Bet you're probably gonna say I look lovely,
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but you probably don't think nothin' of me."
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She was right, though, I can't lie.
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She's just one of those corners in my mind,
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and I just put her right back with the rest.
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That's the way it goes, I guess.
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Baby you send me
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Set adrift on memory bliss of you
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Careless whisper from a careless man,
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a neutron dance for a neutron fan;
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marionette strings are dangerous things,
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I thought of all the trouble they bring.
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An eye for an eye, a spy for a spy,
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rubber bands expand in a frustrating sigh.
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Tell me that she's not dreaming.
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She's got an ace in the hole,
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it doesn't have meaning.
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Reality used to be a friend of mine,
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'cause complete control, I don't take too kind.
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Christina Applegate, you gotta put me on.
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Guess who's piece of the cake is Jack gone?
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She broke her wishbone and wished for a sign.
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I told her whispers in my heart were fine.
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what did she think she could do?
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I feel for her, I really do.
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The next day I had the ring finger on her hand,
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I wanted her to be a big PM Dawn fan,
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but I had to put her right back with the rest.
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That's the way it goes, I guess.
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Baby you send me...
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Set adrift on memory bliss of you
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Set adrift memory bliss
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P.M.Dawn |