Rolling Stones - Get Off Of My Cloud
Author And Composer: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
I live in an apartment on the
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ninety-ninth floor of my block
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And I sit at home
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looking out the window imagining
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The world has stopped
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Then in flies a guy who's all dressed up
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like a Union Jack
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And says, I've won five pounds
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if I have his kind of detergent pack
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I said, Hey! (hey) You! (you)
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Get off of my cloud
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Hey! (hey) You! (you) Get off of my cloud
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Hey! (hey) You! (you) Get off of my cloud
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Don't hang around
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'cause two's a crowd n my cloud, baby
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The telephone is ringing I say, "Hi, it's me.
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Who is it there on the line?"
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A voice says, "Hi, hello,
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how are you, well, I guess I'm doin' fine"
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He says, "It's three a.m.,
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there's too much noise
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Don't you people ever wanna go to bed?
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Just 'cause you feel so good,
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do you have to drive me out of my head?"
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I was sick and tired,
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fed up with this and decided to
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Take a drive downtown
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It was so very quiet and peaceful there
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was nobody, not a soul around
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I laid myself out, I was so tired
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and I started to dream
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In the morning the parking tickets were just like
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A flag stuck on my window screen
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I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
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Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
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Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
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Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd n my cloud
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Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
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Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
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Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
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Don't hang around
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'cause two's a crowd n my cloud, baby
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