Oh, Mario,
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Sit here by the window;
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Stay here 'til we reach Idaho,
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And when we go, hold my hand on take-off.
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Tell me what I already know:
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That we can't talk about it.
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No, we can't talk about it.
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Because nobody knows,
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that's how I nearly fell,
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trading clothes
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and ringing Pavlov's Bell.
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History shows
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there's not a chance in hell.
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But, oh, Mario, we're only to Ohio.
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It's kinda getting harder to breathe.
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I won't let it show,
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I'm all about denial
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But can't denial let me believe
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That we could talk about it?
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But we can't talk about it
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Because nobody knows,
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that's how I nearly fell,
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trading clothes
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and ringing Pavlov's Bell.
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History shows
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but rarely shows it well.
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Well, well, well
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Oh, Mario, why if this is nothing,
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I'm finding it's so hard to dismiss.
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If you're what I need,
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then only you can save me,
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so come on baby give me the fix
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and let's just talk about it.
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I've got to talk about it.
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Because nobody knows.
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that's how I nearly fell,
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trading clothes
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and ringing Pavlov's Bell.
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History shows
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like it was show and tell
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So tell me...
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That's how I nearly fell...
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by ringing Pavlov's bell...
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So, baby, show and tell...
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Oh, Mario, Mario
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Pavlov's Bell
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| Aimee Mann |
