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I regretfully withdraw my offer |
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To try to improve myself |
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I sincerely believe the results |
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Would be a disaster |
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I held the chisel between my cheekbones |
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And I beheld the face of my true master |
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You've gotta love the house you're in |
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You've gotta love the house you're in |
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Sat out on the balcony |
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Doing blow, playing chess |
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By myself |
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There is a pseudo-intellectual in me |
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Oh but, uh, luckily there's something else |
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A frog with its tongue stuck |
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To the inside of my chest |
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A crow that keeps banging |
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Up against the glass |
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A well-intentioned demon |
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Somewhere within |
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Maybe that last one's not so bad |
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Maybe that last one's the main attraction |
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You've gotta love the house you're in |
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You've gotta love the house you're in |
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Someone keeps writing your name all over the walls |
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Someone keeps writing your name all over the walls |
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Ah da da da |
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I would like to be more for you |
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Than just a ghost |
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Lighting up in the courtyard |
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Sometimes I am an actual man |
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Standing perfectly still in the dark |
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Starless future |
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Folklore past |
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So leave the shade halfway open |
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Leave the shade halfway drawn |
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I'm writing a line for the stars |
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Happiness is waiting for you to fall |
