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Give me all your paper ma Gimme all your jazz Give me something that I need Something I can have Mrs. London's coming round She's coming with her son Gimme all your paper ah So I can get a gun She has got it in for me Yeah I mean it honestly She's so mean Give me all your paper So I can buy a train They just wanna suck you in To being one of them Tell her that I'm not in here Tell her I'm a freak Tell her that I fall about Every time I speak She has got in for me Yeah I mean it honestly I just scream Scream Give me all your paper ma So I can buy a train Don't know how I got in here It's making me insane Have another cigarette And have another cigarette In a room where lovers go Talking on the telephone They have go it in for me Yeah I mean it honestly They all dream Dreaming |