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  |                            "Matching Mole" (1972)  | 
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  |           David's on piano, and I may play on a         drum If you call this sentimental crap you'll         make me mad You must think it doubtful that I mean         the words I sing  | 
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  |           And later we had coffee and the cream         spilled on the sheets And I get up in the morning, saw your         face upon the pillow And I plucked your naked eyelid and the         makeup off your mouth So wherever peeled off sheets and         blankets (Note: the version by Matching Mole is instrumental)  | 
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  |           This is the first verse This is the second verse  |