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Straighten blankets and pretend
Whipping up a little craziness
Like monkeys picking lice out of the beds
Throwing glances at other heads

Shirt around the shoulders of a chair
Seems to inaugurate the room we′re in
I'm in a tool belt around the waist of my host
Still I′m happy to be giving this toast


Being far away from home makes it all the more difficult
To find a little time to ourselves
But I want autographs from these days on our shelves

But you're mumbling
All the time
Like a radio
Brewing up
The crimes
Of the old

Now we have tokens to come back