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You don't have to praise me |
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But do it in creole |
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Not all smiles are friendly |
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Not all are deserved |
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So I've been hiding |
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As a part of this neighbourhood |
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And I'll be invisible |
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Among the unseen |
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I'm the son of an honest man |
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I've learned to keep the balance right |
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Moonbeams weigh your wishes |
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Daydream hits and misses |
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The nurses all told me that they smelled the mourning |
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The silence of the streets |
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There's no way to get me out of this |
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I'm the son of an honest man |
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His eyes are open in the night |
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Moonbeams weigh your wishes |
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Daydreams of ports and princes |
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The cat has a bone you can use for your magic |
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In Egypt they were gods |
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And I've got pins in all my voodoo dolls |
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When the promised gold star |
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And the ligne in your palm is a snake |
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They'll catch me |
