The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine
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Picking getting slim, slimmer
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I hear them say my name
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Regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah
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Yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
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And I still can't hear
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Whadya think I was an amateur
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Playin' with my temperature...
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If I hear another song about angels
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If I see another feather on the dumb-box
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I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
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Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now...
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If I hear another song about angels
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If I see another feather on the dumb-box
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I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
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Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some whiskey now
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My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
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I live downstairs
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I hear you taking out your garbage
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I hear you loving your girlfriend
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I hear you loving yourself too
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I hear you flushing your toliet
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I hear you turning your thoughts off
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I turn mine off too
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The only thing I hear is you
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And you don't sound nice and you don't sound right
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And you don't sound good and you don't sound right
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My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
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I live downstairs
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I hear you taking out your garbage
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I hear you loving your girlfriend
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I hear you loving yourself too
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I hear you turning your thoughts off
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Oh, I hear you turning your thoughts off
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And it get's quiet...
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Pavlov's daughter woke up in the morning
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Heard the bell ring
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And something deep inside of her made her want to salivate
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So she lay there drooling on her pillow
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So she lay there, the sun skimming her skin,
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And, and...drooling on her pillow
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Pavlov's daughter
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And it was far away and hazy like a dream
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Not a dream, not a dream,
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But the ocean, not the ocean,
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But forever...
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The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine
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Picking getting slim, slimmer
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I hear them say my name
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Regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah
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Yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
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And I still can't hear
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Whadya think I was an amateur
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Playin' with my temperature...
|
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If I hear another song about angels
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If I see another feather on the dumb-box
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I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
|
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now...
|
If I hear another song about angels
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If I see another feather on the dumb-box
|
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
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Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some whiskey now
|
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My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
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I live downstairs
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I hear you taking out your garbage
|
I hear you loving your girlfriend
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I hear you loving yourself too
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I hear you turning your thoughts off
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I hear you turning your thoughts off
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And I turn mine off too
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The only thing I hear is you
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And you don't sound nice and you don't sound right
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And you don't sound good and you don't sound right
|
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My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
|
I live downstairs
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I hear you taking out your garbage
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I hear you loving your girlfriend
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I hear you loving yourself too
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I hear you turning your thoughts off
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I hear you turning your thoughts off
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It get's quiet...
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As quiet as an ambulance checking out the neighborhood,
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Waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow,
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But nothing happens, it's a cruel joke
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As ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest,
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As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head,
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As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head
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Going down stream...
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To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...
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Pavlov's Daughter
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Regina Spektor |