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In a crumbling land |
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I was singing in the junkyard choir again |
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And I was waiting for my moment to come |
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I was beating on the timpani drum in the rain |
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Asleep inside a rusty van |
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Parked beside the taxi stand |
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Well it's nothing I would ever recommend to you |
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The freaks are on parade |
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On the uptown promenade |
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If you ever wanna see the bottom, then I'll show you |
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I was screaming again |
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I was screaming at a hot dog vendor again |
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I can't remember why I snapped |
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Probably just a little lapse of reason |
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Virtues come and virtues go |
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I dressed up in women's clothes |
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And strolled down 42nd Street today |
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And I walked up to a man |
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In an Acura sedan, and said that |
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If you ever wanna see the bottom, then I'll show you |
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It's a long way to the top |
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And it's way more fun to drop |
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If you ever wanna see the bottom |
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Do you really wanna see the bottom? |
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If you really wanna see the bottom, |
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Then I'll show you |
