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Illuminate the obvious |
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It's standing right here in front of us |
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What our apartment does |
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When we're not around does not concern us |
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Simulate the obvious |
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It's standing, standing right here in front of us |
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Just what our apartment does |
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When we're not around does not concern us |
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She's the horrible aesthete |
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And she hates her ugly feet |
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At a place where her friends all meet |
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She takes her shoes off and invites everyone to see |
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Eliminate the obvious |
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It's standing right here, right here in front of us |
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Just what our apartment does |
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When we're not around does not concern us |
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She's the horrible aesthete |
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At a place where her friends all meet |
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While her clock enforces its conceit |
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And her mirror checks out other things |
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And her walls stand a little more at ease |
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And her books they chat so expertly |
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And her cups and saucers get some sleep |
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And things get all together neat |
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At the clicking of the key |
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Returns the horrible aesthete |
