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"Matching Mole" (1972) |
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David's on piano, and I may play on a
drum If you call this sentimental crap you'll
make me mad You must think it doubtful that I mean
the words I sing |
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And later we had coffee and the cream
spilled on the sheets And I get up in the morning, saw your
face upon the pillow And I plucked your naked eyelid and the
makeup off your mouth So wherever peeled off sheets and
blankets (Note: the version by Matching Mole is instrumental) |
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This is the first verse This is the second verse |