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Devil's grin in platform shoes |
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Borrowed diamonds, send in new recruits |
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Loose change falling through the room |
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Wearing cement wings |
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And the noose it strains on the weighted end |
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And the fears of flood describes him again |
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And it don't make sense, ah ha |
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Feeling dirty on dry land |
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Gravedigger in the morning haze |
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Looks up to see it's his own name engraved |
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And it's a long parade |
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And there's a one man band |
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And the sun is setting |
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I've been you and I've been me |
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Why the surprise, Felicity? |
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I am torn, so let's go home |
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When heads are turning, tails go first |
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Underground making right hand turns |
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And the news is old but the paper's new |
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Above the clouds afford a view |
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Is 39 days, changing his face |
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Requisitioned |
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I've been you and I've been me |
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Why the surprise, Felicity? |
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You seem torn, so let's go home |
