Nothing I can do, but total eclipse of the--Ear, Loeb
Come see for yourself.See what they've done to our land.Come
Everything I do must beAccording to you.Everything I say must
Floral dresses hangin' on my wallNext to my bathrobe.I wish
Shut up.Don't talk to me.I'm sick of hearing 'bout what
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