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Something In The Way
03:59
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Underneath the bridge
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings
Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, mmm
Underneath the bridge
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings
Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, mmm
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2. |
People Are Strange
02:09
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"People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange"
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Well folks, I'm going down to St. James Infirmary,
To see my little baby there;
She's stretched out on a long, white table,
She's looks so good, so calm, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
You may search this whole wide world over,
But you'll never find another sweetheart like me.
Take apart your bones and put them back together,
Tell your mama that you're somebody new.
Feel the breeze blowing,
Come on, look out, here it comes,
Now I can say whatever I feel like to you.
Then give me six crap shooting pallbearers,
Let a chorus girl sing me a song.
Put a little odds on old sweet grace,
hallelujah, we all go along.
Well folks, now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that rye;
And if anyone else should ask you,
Just tell them I've got that old St. James Infirmary blues.
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