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Wrong drink to order.
Suspicion grows,wrong situation...
Oh, no-one knows where you've gone toin the pagan nightand the neon reflectionsspread cadmium white.
You came here looking for somethingbut this wasn't it, quite.
Hey, take a Polaroid, exit,and well you might.
Sign the picture, get out of the frame;sign the picture, and throw it away.
Sign the picture, sign the picture,throw the picture away.
Now she turns her attentionand her camera on you:this could be all of the momentsthat you'll ever live through,oh, but your heart beats the rythmof primeval tattoo...I hear you make your excusesas you usually do.
Sign the picture, get out of the frame;sign the picture, and throw it away;
Sign the picture, sign the picture,throw the picture away...... although it's going to come back.
You've got a certain knackof making of such thingsauspicious signs.
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