Correction Paroles Flux Capacitor par Without A Face

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Don't bother calling on the telephone
Not that you would; still I'd rather be alone
And don't bother calling me on the cell
It ain't been invented yet; it's 1912
That goes for email, instant messenger as well
If you were stuck here, I'm sure you'd probably bail
I'm gonna hop the next boat back to Ireland
Here and there I'll have you a postcard sent

You got your pearls and all of your diamonds
And everything that money can just buy
Well I do not mind I really do wish you
Good luck with your house of alabaster
The telephone rings. Another dimension
Is right where I am, so don't even mention
My name to no one. You got your riches
But I, I got my flux capacitor

No no-no no-no no-no no-no no
No no-no no-no no-no no-no no
No no-no no-no no-no no-no no
No no no

I'm gonna take a train ride right to a little town
You probably think I'll have a pint and get drowned
I'll say "Hey barkeep where's the telegraph?
I don't drink, I just think it's time to make meself laugh"
Hey pretty mama. Stop
You're no Dalai Lama. Stop
Enjoy the nuclear winter and your new boyfriend
Well he ain't such a winner, but

No no-no no-no no-no no-no no
No no-no no-no no-no no-no no
No no-no no-no no-no no-no no
No no no (oh God)

Great Scott, look at you now
One tired little pipsqueak all worn out
From the rat race that so many play
While I may be alone
In truth, my plans, they keep me company
A great adventure gonna come my way

No no-no no-no no-no no-no no
No no-no no-no
No no-no no-no no-no no-no no
No no no

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