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Three men walk into a caféTake a corner booth - and wait for contextExcuse me madam, this service is a jokeI came in here for anecdotes and left withFriends I'll never sing forYou're not just a punchline nowYou're more than the end of somethingDon't get found outNo fish - mother can't do seafoodDrop omega three - in her brandyWaiter waiter, there's movement in my soupI swear I saw the chicken making eyes acrossThe table at meYou're not just a punchline nowYou're more than the end of somethingDon't get found outNo way, you'll never find peaceYou'll never find peace with the name they gave youNo way, you'll never find peaceYou'll never find peace with the name you've gotNo way, you'll never find peaceYou'll never find peace with the name they gave youNo way, you'll never find peaceYou'll never find peace with the name you've got From Letras Mania