| I live in an apartment on the 99th floor of my block
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| And I sit at home lookin' out the window imagining the world has stopped
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| Then in flies a guy who’s all dressed up just like Union Jack
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| And says, I’ve won five pounds if I have his kind of detergent pack
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| I said
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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 'cause two’s a crowd on my cloud, baby
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| The telephone is ringing, I say, «Hi, it’s me. |
| Who is it there on the line?»
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| A voice says, «Hi, hello, how are you? |
| Well, I guess I’m doin' fine»
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| He says, «It's 3 AM, there’s too much noise, don’t you people ever wanna go to
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| Bed?
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| Just 'cause you feel so good, do you have to drive me out of my head?»
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| I said
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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 'cause two’s a crowd on my cloud, baby
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| I was sick and tired, fed up with this and decided to take a drive downtown
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| It was so very quiet and peaceful, there was nobody, not a soul around
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| I laid myself out, I was so tired, and I started to dream
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| In the mornin the parkin tickets were just like flags stuck on my windscreen
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| I said
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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 'cause two’s a crowd on my cloud, baby
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| I said
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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 'cause two’s a crowd on my cloud, baby |