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Oh, she comes on like a fog And then she goes out like a neurotic dog So now I'm sitting here, thinkin' all day long Looking out the window with a blue hat on Find me an open grave Just push me in Then let me up to live again So she bought a little book And filled it up with names she never shook So I'm just one of them thinkin' all day long Looking out the window with a blue hat on Find me a sky-high cliff Just let me try To jump right off, maybe I'll fly... Looking out the window with a blue hat on Find me an open grave Just push me in Then let me up to live again Oh, she comes on like a fog...
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