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(Brooker / Reid) |
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My Prussian-blue electric clock's alarm bell rings, it will not stop and |
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I can see no end in sight and search in vain by candlelight for some long road that goes nowhere for some signpost that is not there |
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And even my befuddled brain is shining brightly, quite insane |
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The chandelier is in full swing as gifts for me the three kings bring of myrrh and frankincense, |
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I'm told, and fat old |
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Buddhas carved in gold |
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And though it seems they smile with glee |
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I know in truth they envy me and watch as my befuddled brain shines on brightly quite insane |
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Above all else confusion reigns |
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And though |
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I ask no-one explains |
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My eunuch friend has been and gone |
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He said that |
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I must soldier on |
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And though the |
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Ferris wheel spins round my tongue it seems has run aground and croaks as my befuddled brain shines on brightly, quite insane |
