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It's a strange arrangement |
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I don't claim to understand it |
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I know I created it |
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But I never planned it |
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It's a strange arrangement |
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And I'm not proud |
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Well perhaps a little ashamed |
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If ashamed is allowed |
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At the death of the year |
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In a crucial hour |
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I exchanged the power of love |
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For the love of power |
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The invisible captain |
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Must be laughing out loud |
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I feel as if I'm wrapped inside a |
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Cloud within a cloud |
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It's a strange arrangement |
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And it's fascinating to see |
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Which way the worm turns |
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Especially when the worm is me |
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Runaway child |
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I wish you were here |
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The weather is uncommonly mild |
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For this time of year |
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But it's no cause for pity |
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And it's no reason to weep |
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Worse things can befall a man when he's |
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In his bed counting sheep |
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It's a strange arrangement |
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An accommodation deluxe |
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I'll send you a postcard |
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When I've had enough |
