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We first met it was raining
In a house with bay windows
And all the fitting and fixtures
And a catalogue of injury

She´s got a credo in underground movies
Her father is a lawyer
Who paid for the fitting 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 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 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 in memoirs
The underground press remain faithful
Ghost writing her memoirs
Maybe we´ll get it on cable

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