| Head on the wall
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| And my piss hardly makes the stall
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| And this time it’s not an act
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| This time I swear it’s fact
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| Now I ramble on
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| About that girl who’s gone
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| And I tried teaching her guitar
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| Now she’s standing at the bar
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| She tells me her favourite song
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| And I say, «Yeah, that’s a good one»
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| She says it follows her around
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| No shit, it’s by the Beatles
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| I’m so lost
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| And I live just around the corner
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| Well here’s a thought
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| Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword
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| And I’m John Lennon in '67
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| I’m John Lennon in '67
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| I’m John Lennon in '67
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| I’m John Lennon in '67
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| Adam’s in love again
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| And the good Rev wants to jam instead
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| Morgan’s hearing none of it
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| She says we’re doing it again
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| The neighbourhood’s up in arms
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| They’re trying to shut down all the bars
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| When everyone’s a private eye
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| They’re hiding in the bushes every night
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| The cats square off in the street
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| The dogs go through the garbage
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| You wanna stay for the night tonight?
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| Well I know all about platonic, honey
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| I’m so lost
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| And I live just around the corner
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| Well here’s a thought
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| Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword
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| And I’m John Lennon in '67
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| I’m John Lennon in '67
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| I’m John Lennon in '67
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| I’m John Lennon in '67
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| Head on the wall
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| And my piss hardly makes the stall
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| And this time it’s not an act
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| I’m so lost
|
| And I live just around the corner
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| Well here’s a thought
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| Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword
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| And I’m John Lennon in '67
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| I’m John Lennon in '67
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| I’m John Lennon in '67
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| I’m John Lennon in '67
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| Go! |