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Hm, hm, hm, hm Hm, hm, hm Walking down to the passport office There's a damp smell There's an old slip stuck to your shoes Just not a very nice place to go if you don't feel welcome And if things are looking upside down Take me to Fra Mauro You couldn't pay me to stay here Role play as hotel inspector Bits of rotten apple gather And it's a weird warning Personally done with this crap cooked up All rough or soft seats Hm, hm, hm Don't kick me out of the U.K I just want to stay with my girlfriend Screw ups, pile ups, and foul ups You're really rotating my map And not in a good way A Dutch taste of free cake for me A Portuguese party for you Well I just work here Letras de cancionesAnd it's basically opposite day The space blanket flaps And the burnt smells back Let those windmills turn Let your ear wax churn Some sad desperate emoji It's those kind of details That send out the strongest signals Actually it's No Cold Callers She goes "do use the drops" And my face drops And when you handed me the box It was jewel-like And inside Was a baby necklace From Letras Mania