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Just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothing seems to fit
Oh, raindrops keep falling on my head
Keepin’ falling.
It’s the only thing I can digest
Xenophobia or general disinterest
I must catch up with all this stuff
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with vodka in her veins
Been playing with the spike,
she couldn’t get it right
Splendour in silver dress,