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And have another skin full, put it in your eye |
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And if it's lying on the table, don't be so shy |
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And you should be afraid, and take it everywhere |
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Of you could have the bruises when the water's on it's way |
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I could be someone you hate familiar to the taste |
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The feather's on the blind sight and always on your case |
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And have another skin full, put it in your eye |
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So you pass it, you pass it, the ceiling's black and grey |
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Pushing your arms with all her weight |
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You pass it, you pass it, the purple rope won't tear |
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Why do you rest when you stare |
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The curtain's closed again if your lady's on parade |
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You take it on the call there 'cause you could have this made |
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Because your birthday's getting cold just wishing you would go |
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'Cause we could be much older if you only did what you're told |
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And have another skin full, put her in your eye |
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And if it's lying on the table, don't be so shy |
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So you pass it, you pass it, the ceiling's black and grey |
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You're pushing your arms with all her weight winning the prize for holding shame |
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You pass it, you pass it, the purple rope won't tear |
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Why do you rest when you stare |
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So you pass it, you pass it |
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No rare, take your hands off all the chairs |
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Will you play off all the others if you say it will be fair |
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Your birthday cards with no presents with your charms down by your side |
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Will you play off all the others |
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You'll go nowhere if you tiptoe slowly and you'll go nowhere |
