There's a man in my suitcase, a woman in your clothes
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Skeletons inside us that dance on hot coals
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Cannibals are outside following our trail
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All our information comes from junk mail
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Don't leave it among us, don't let it loose in the crowd
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Don't let it reign over us, cos that was yesterday's cloud
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Still hanging over us
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There's an elephant of memory, a monkey on a back
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A poisonous whirlpool, swirling and black
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I know we have tasted the fobidden ugly fruit
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Get it out of our system rip it by the root
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CHORUS REPEAT
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The rain came out of nowhere, a bad flashback
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Someone hit the switch and the sky turned black
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Why is this happening, why won't it go away?
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If this is a game I don't wann play
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CHORUS REPEAT
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Yesterday's Cloud
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| Graham Parker |
