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Have you got just a minute |
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Are you easily mad |
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Let me show you the back room |
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Where I saw the dead |
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Dancing like children |
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On a midsummer morn |
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And they asked me to join |
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They asked me to join |
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But my body was stubborn |
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Wouldn't let me give in |
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So I offered a good deed |
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In return for a sin |
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Now they've got me where they want me |
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In this daily parade |
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And I walk unafraid |
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I walk unafraid |
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But the crowd's are all laughing |
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At my every mistake |
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And its making my neck hurt |
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And I feel like a fake |
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How can I even stand here |
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Like I've something to say |
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I got nothing to say |
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I got nothing to say |
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And it feels like |
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I'm changing |
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Keep forgetting my way |
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So I asked an old stranger |
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And he led me astray |
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It's something we're missing darling |
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So let's wander instead |
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And I'll show you the back room |
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Where I saw the dead |
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And we will be thankful |
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And we will be fed |
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You take the torso |
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And I'll take the head |
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It's something we're missing darling |
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So let's wander instead |
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And I'll show you the back room |
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Where I saw the dead |