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C					                               F

I walk into the corner of my room, see my friends in high places

I don't know which is which and whom is whom, they've stolen each other's faces

Janet is there with her high-hatting hair full of bedroom feathers

Janet is known to make dead men groan in any kind of weathers

I crawl over to her, I say hey baby, I say hey Janet

You are the one, you are the sun and I'm your dutiful planet

But she ain't down with any of that, she's heard that shit before

I say ah ha, oh yeah, you're right, cause I see Betty X standing by the door

With more news from nowhere,

G

More news from nowhere

E

And it's getting strange in here

G                  E    F

Yeah, it gets stranger every year

C                        F

More news from nowhere, More news from nowhere





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