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And I'll trip a lie, fandango |
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My legs are sheer elastic |
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It's how you envelope me |
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I'm like a corpse in plastic |
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You find while at a picnic |
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When you're just there to kick it |
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Now you have to call the police |
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And report somethin' wicked |
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And the scene, it turns so grisly |
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And the children, they are crying |
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You hand them black umbrellas |
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Tell 'em that the world is dying |
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It's how you hide your cards |
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It's how you dress your scars |
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And let them breathe free |
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Life,Fantastic... |
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Life,So tragic... |
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Life,Fantastic... |
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And I'll trip a lie fandango |
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I'll dangle from your elbow |
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It's how you envelope me |
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Between chaos and beauty |
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It's like you're at a picnic |
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And the wind, it turns so wicked |
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But you cannot call the police |
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And report what is happening |
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And the scene, it turns so naughty |
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And your mother, she is crying |
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You take her in your arms |
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Tell her that the world is dying |
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Ooh...Life, |
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Fantastic... |
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Life,So tragic... |
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Life,Fantastic. |