I'm the only one down here
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Who's got nothing to say
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About the war
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Or the rice
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That keeps going astray on its way to Bombay.
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And the smog that keeps polluting up our shores
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Is boring me to tears.
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Why don't you call me, Miss O'Dell?
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I'm the only one down here
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Who's got nothing to fear
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From the waves
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Or the night
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That keeps rolling on right up to my front porch.
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The record player's broken on the floor,
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And Ben, he can't restore it.
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Miss O'Dell.
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I can tell you
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Nothing new
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Has happened since I last saw you.
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And I'm the only one down here
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Who's got nothing to say
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About the hip
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Or the dope
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Or the cat with most hope to fill the Fillmore.
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And your pushing, shoving, ringing on my bell
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Is not for me tonight.
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So, won't you call me, Miss O'Dell?
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Won't you call me, Miss O'Dell?
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Miss O'Dell
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| George Harrison |
