no, i'm not myself today.
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je suis salome.... i am romantic
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je suis apollo.... i am gigantic
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hey! stronzo,
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i'm standing next to you in the supermarket
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yeah! you are obvious. i am oblivious
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salome, apollo, in technicolour
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i walked on the moon to touch the stars,
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a legend in my lifetime.
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oh momma! my rosa! from an early age
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i was used and abused, no more those bad reviews
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take me back to '72 my coo ca choo,
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oh! ignorance was bliss,
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spunk-a-flow, to the joy of my first kiss
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i'm not me.... i'm not me.... i'm not me.... not me....
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non sono io!
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oh mi lord, i'm so bored, what's on the t.v.?
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do we really need these pissy pop stars
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when there's not enough of me!
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oh dada, my dali, un chen de lou lou....
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i am the art in your party,
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not a twist cap sniffing bore.
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it's tough in the queue, it's as unto a platform shoe,
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oh! trampled underfoot,
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i'm fred astaire, i face the music and dance.
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i'm not me.... i'm not me.... i'm not me.... not me....
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no i'm not myself....today
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oh glorioso deliver us not into frustration
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salome, apollo, in technicolour,
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i walked on the moon to touch the stars.
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hey stronzo.... ancora!
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i'm not me.... i'm not me.... i'm not me.... not me....
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non sono io!
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heave ho.... heave ho....
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leonardo! marlon brando! machiavelli!
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and bertolt's belly!
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a millionaire with curly hair, i'm your burning empire.
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greta garbo! andy warhol! and his jam-roll!
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nero plays his violin, seezer his accordian
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i'm sitting in the bathtub watching the dirty water
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swirl down the plughole.... and on my stereo....
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....is caruso.
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Caruso
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Gavin Friday & The Man Seezer |