Dislocated Songtext

ears are screaming
vase a leaning tower
on my plate
at the party
there was no party
there was no suitcase
there was no back seat
there was no car
dislocated, dislocated, dislocated, dislocated
mine's a double
in a china shop
around and round
the corner
there was no corner
there was no street light
there was no whisky
there was no bar
takamine
high to eye
believing well alone
my guitar
there was no guitar
there was no music
there was no lipstick
there was no bra
dislocated, dislocated, dislocated, dislocated ...
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