Pavlovs Daughter

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   My name is Lucille  and I know how you feel
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   I live downstairs
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   I hear you taking out your garbage
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I hear you loving your girlfriend
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I hear you loving yourself too
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I hear you flushing your toilet
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I hear you turning your thoughts off
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And I, I turn mine off too
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   The only thing I hear is you
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   And you don't sound nice, and you don't sound right
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   And you don't sound good, and you don't sound right
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   My name is Lucille  and I know how you feel
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   I live downstairs
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   I hear you taking out your garbage
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I hear you loving your girlfriend
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I hear you loving yourself too
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I hear you turning your thoughts off
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I hear you turning your thoughts off
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And it gets  quiet, quiet, oh
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Quite, quite, quite, quite
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Quiet, oh, quiet, oh
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Quite, quite, qui-qui-qui, qui-qui, qui
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Qui-qui, qui-qui, qui-qui
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Qui-qui, qui-qui, qui-qui
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Quite quiet...
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Quiet...


[Bridge]
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Pavlov's daughter woke up in the morning
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Heard the bell ring
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And something deep inside of her made her want to salivate
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So she lay there drooling on her pillow
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So she lay there, the sun skimming her skin
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And, and... drooling on her pillow
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Paaaavlov's daughter
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Oh, and it was far away
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And hazy like a dream
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Not a dream
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But the ocean, not the oceeeeean
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But forever

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[Verse 2]
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The gravediggers getting stuck in the machine
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Picking getting slim, slimmer I hear them say my name
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Regin-ah, Regin-ah, Regin-a-ah

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Yes, I'm putting the boulder to my ear
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And I still can't hear
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Whadya think I was an amateur
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Playing with my temperature?


[Pre-Chorus]
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If I hear another song about angels
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If I see another feather on the dumb-box
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I'm going to go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
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Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now
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If I hear another song about angels
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If I see another feather on the dumb-box
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I'm going to go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
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Oh, get me some whiskey, oh, get me some whiskey now


[Chorus]
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   My name is Lucille  and I know how you feel
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   I live downstairs
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   I hear you taking out your garbage
   C#7           C7
I hear you loving your girlfriend
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I hear you loving yourself too
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I hear you flushing your toilet
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I hear you turning your thoughts off
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And I, I turn mine off too
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   The only thing I hear is you
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   And you don't sound nice, and you don't sound right
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   And you don't sound good, and you don't sound right
C#7        C7        C#7         C7
   My name is Lucille  and I know how you feel
C#7        C7
   I live downstairs
C#7                 C7
   I hear you taking out your garbage
   C#7           C7
I hear you loving your girlfriend
   C#7           C7
I hear you loving yourself too
   C#7            C7
I hear you turning your thoughts off
   C#7            C7
I hear you turning your thoughts off
           C#7    C7
And it gets  quiet, quiet, oh
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Quite, quite, quite, quite
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Quiet, oh, quiet, oh
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Quite, quite, qui-qui-qui, qui-qui, qui
 F   E    F   E    Cm  B
Qui-qui, qui-qui, qui-qui
 F   E    F   E    Cm  B
Qui-qui, qui-qui, qui-qui
 F     C
Quite quiet...


[Outro]
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As quiet as an ambulance staking out the neighborhood
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Waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow
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But nothing happens, it's a cruel joke
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As ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest
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As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head
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As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head going downstream to where it isn't even real rain
 at all