You turn pandemonium
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into pantomime for one
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twenty years ago I used your soap
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So what!
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you've got a name for it
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yesterday goes on and on
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inbetween the devil and the deep blue sea
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You thrash about in your room
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no space for thought
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look no strings, look no strings
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no visible means of support
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Twenty years ago I used your soap
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How did you ever come to move a muscle in this space!
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The dollar's adrift
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Twenty years ago I used your soap
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Twenty Years Ago
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