Ah don't touch that dial
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Here's a word about my ex-girlfriend
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Towards the end conflict off and on
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And I told her one night, "Honey every time we fight
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I'll write a verse to this song"
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Well, things got bad and things got worse
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Still I struggled on
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So sit back and get all comfortable
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`Cause this little tunes six fuckin' hours long
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And every journey's got destinations
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Which the traveler can't expect
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So how's that I'm always winding up
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Down here at land's edge?
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Now if love is blind why did her stockings
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Always look so cool?
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Now I know I was paying attention
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But somehow I got fooled
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Well I gave her seven children
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And a twelve room uptown shack
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And when it all was over
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Took a dozen lawyers
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To get half back
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But I already got me a new gal to ruin my life
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And she might just yet,
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So I'm helping her find an apartment
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Down here at land's edge
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Now take the traveler and the tourist
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The essential difference is
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The traveler don't know where he's goin'
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And the tourist don't know where he is
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Small world till they lose your luggage, tho'
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Take the stripper who lives next door
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You'd swear this kid was 21 goin' on 44
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But luckily that ain't how she sees it
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Got a new tattoo that says:
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"when I die, send the body to heaven,
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Lost the rest at land's edge"
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Land's Edge
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David Lee Roth |