Tell me, Tell me
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Don't, if you?
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Stop that, that just upset yourself
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Listen, Listen, if you ask in person
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I'll stick to the joke, you know
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yelling and sceaming, help me!
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All that in the afternoon, for that matter
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So she'd asked if we could stay with Grace
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Maybe a day or a couple of weeks
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You know, until Tuesday
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Pick up my mushrooms
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Clean my skin up
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Pick up some tissue
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Pick up the production
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It's all fine! you know
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And she served the wine
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and cups for 3 or 4 people
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And that nonsense
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Gracie do her song, heavily spaced
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All the pink shine on war
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Explodes from beneath
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Don't you would rather
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Be out the front door sometime
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Long ago instead of being
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Cooped up like a catched rat?
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No man's land (spoken piece)
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| Syd Barret |
