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stand up, you sit down |
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cos your ceiling's too low, there's no chairs on the ground |
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see you, you see me |
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and my views are obscured by your giant tv |
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these things mean so much |
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but there's something here not quite right |
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there's something rotten in here |
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and the house is weird |
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and all the people that com |
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will all concede, it's easy |
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it's easy |
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you see steps to this door |
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but they lead me upstairs, though there's only one door |
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see things, they are not clear |
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cos your are vision impaired, but the truth isn't here |
