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They make no sounds, |
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They ring no bell |
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Leaving no traces, |
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They got no tales to tell |
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They find no home, |
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They make no love |
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Casting no shadow while balancing above |
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Oh oh here |
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I go me and my desire |
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Everyones got their own monkey on a wire |
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Oh oh down below, leader of the choiris waiting for the next monkey on a wire |
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They keep no fear, no second prize |
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Walking like |
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Jesus with voodoo in their eyes |
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They come in green, they leave in black |
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Holding dead roses with bullets in their backs |
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Oh oh here |
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I go me and my desire |
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Everyones got their own monkey on a wire |
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Oh oh down below, wrapped up in the fire |
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Waiting for the next monkey on a wire |
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They make no sound, they ring no bell |
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Walking like |
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Jesus goin straight-on into hell |
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Oh oh there you go, you and your desire |
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Everyones got their own monkey on a wire |
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Oh oh down below, leader of the choir |
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Is waiting for the next monkey on a wire |
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Oh oh down below, wrapped up in the fire |
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Waiting for the next monkey on a wire |
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Waiting for the next monkey on a wire |
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Waiting for the next monkey on a wire |
