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Lyrics:
We first met, it was raining In a house with bay windows And all the fittings and fixtures And a catalogue of injury
She's got a credo in underground movies Her father is a lawyer Who paid for the fittings and fixtures And a house with bay windows
And I'm calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own You're on a limb again
Calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are all your own Don't let him in again
Four weeks later in April I took her to the doctors Said, 'I've no prescription For compromised solution'
And I'm calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own You're on a limb again
Calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are all your own Don't let him in again
Ten years caught in a trap By my own cunning Thought I was smart Thought I was dying
For years I lived in a flat Without water running Thought it was smart Thought it was funny
I'm writing her memoirs The underground press remain faithful Ghost writing her memoirs Maybe we'll get on cable
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