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[ti:Inside A Room Full Of Treasure] |
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[ar:Of Montreal] |
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[al:If He's Protecting Our Nation,] |
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There's a hole in my sock |
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Where my shoe always bites it |
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And that's got to stop or else |
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I'll feel foolish at the sock-hop yeah |
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The sacraments slouch |
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Near the garnish toupet with ceramic |
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My name's Marcus and I'm a Martian mime |
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Well of course I'm a mime |
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Where do you think I got |
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This scoop of Scottish cheese |
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And not a brick |
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From brown government buildings |
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There's a cloud in my clock |
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Where the seconds always chide it |
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And that's got to stop |
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If I'm going to ride aboard the herbivore yeah |
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Whose hourglass fingers |
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Look starved through the mask |
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My name's Cassius and I've metamorphosized |
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Into a nosy guest talking dresses |
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Made of pheasant breasts |
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From magazine gown gazebo |
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And a red-sabred pompous horseman |
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There's a glare from my smock |
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Where a cardinal ate his shadow |
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And that's got to stop |
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If I'm going to garnish an acorn souffle |
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The clowns kneel down and pray |
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That the police will go away |
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After first giving them back their balms |
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So they can swat each other's bearded faces |
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Once again once again |
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There's an oh my and my goodness |
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Genuflecting as in battle |
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And that's got to stop |
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If I'm going to convert a bouncing Chan Marshall |
