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Amanda Palmer Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under

the media They don't know that we start the mania I don't want to see but I'm making you Ass is off it's seat and I'm shaking you Walking down the street

And it's so pretty and so lonely My little love affairs are all scheduled 'round the TV guide And my sex life has all been plagiarized In an attempt to meet a harsh down

much of a commitment so I close my eyes and fire I could calamine your insides I could wind them all around me I could tiptoe on a tightrope made of fear and looking down