Pavlovs Daughter

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   My name is Lucille  and I know 
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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 
C7
how you feel
C#7        C7
   I live downstairs
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   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
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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, 
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qui-qui, qui
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Qui-qui, qui-qui, qui-qui
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Qui-qui, qui-qui, qui-qui
 F     C
Quite quiet...
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Quiet...


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


[Chorus]
C#7        C7        C#7         
   My name is Lucille  and I know 
C7
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 flushing your toilet
   C#7            C7
I hear you turning your thoughts off
     C#7          C7
And I, I turn mine off too
C#7                  C7
   The only thing I hear is you
C#7                     C7
   And you don't sound nice, and you
 don't sound right
C#7                     C7
   And you don't sound good, and you
 don't sound right
C#7        C7        C#7         
   My name is Lucille  and I know 
C7
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
 Cm     B      F      E
Quite, quite, quite, quite
 F        E
Quiet, oh, quiet, oh
 Cm     B      F   E   F    E  
Quite, quite, qui-qui-qui, 
 Cm   B
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...


[Otro]
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As quiet as an ambulance staking out
 the neighborhood
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Waiting for the blade to slip and 
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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
As ironic as a ticker tape parade 
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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