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What would you do for me my sweet cherubic baby? |
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Ideally way up high and lovely. |
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Well I had a thought that I'm not waiting for you any more, |
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I'm astral, crystalline pure through. |
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You could disappear tomorrow, |
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Who would care? |
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It's not like the retribution, |
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Would end there. |
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You could disappear. |
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Tell us a story, |
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Tell us all about your heavenly lie, |
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In detail, and don't leave out a word, |
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I'm listening. |
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All grown up Stepford son, |
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Don't ever change, |
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Don't go away, |
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You're too quiet, |
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Ever to be heard, |
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But you could, |
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Disappear tomorrow, |
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Who would care? |
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It's not like the retribution, |
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Would end there. |
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You could disappear tomorrow, |
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But let me make it clear so, |
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Keep your eyes down low, |
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And keep very still. |
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Just keep your eyes down low, |
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And keep very still. |
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Just keep your eyes down low, |
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And keep very still. |
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Hands up. |
