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Tim Vesely |
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Try wearing my head over yours, |
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And see if it fits, then wear it. |
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Try taking my mind for a spin. |
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I'm Dr. Hyde while you're Tim. |
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No need to be scared of an accident. |
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I put the safety lock on. |
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I'll hang out at home for the day |
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While you lead my head astray. |
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Try me out and see what makes it better, |
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Makes it worse. |
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You're going to need the manual. |
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Well, I'll take it down and dust it off. |
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The pages have yet to see the day. |
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I give it all away. |
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I've laughed it off, |
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And now it's on your shoulders. |
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If only the world would rearrange |
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With the trading of brains |
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We're still the same. |
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You're looking just as strange. |
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I'm in the dark again. |
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And I'm passing it off to you. |
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I wish to remain just The Headless One, |
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Which means it's you who sings this song. |
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If I am to sing, I'll set my freedom. |
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I laugh it off, I'm laughing... HA HA HA HA. |
