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You've got glue in your feathers |
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What brought you to this |
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A flightless bird surrounded by red-handed kids |
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In their borrowed black sheeps' clothes |
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Yeah everybody's in on the joke... |
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So practice your boredom |
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Look a thousand times removed |
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'Cause only a freak would sing in a crowded waiting room |
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They would turn you out in the cold |
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Now that everybody's in on the joke... |
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Are you missing a stranger that you might have loved? |
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Do you feel that there's something you don't feel enough? |
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There's a perfectly good poison for the perfectly numb |
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If you want some... |
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But naming the feeling |
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Just kills the charade |
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And if flowers should bloom upon your wallpaper face |
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It'll follow you everywhere you go |
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Now everybody's in on the joke. |
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Desire only burns and |
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Envy's always green |
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A mind can only race and a heart can only beat |
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There's these towering neon signs we must uphold |
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To keep out the blackness |
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And run with the blue |
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Now only a fool would sing as if he's telling the truth |
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Kid, just swallow down that lump in your throat |
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Because everybody's in on the joke |
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Are you missing a stranger that you might have loved? |
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Do you feel that there's something you don't feel enough? |
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There's a perfectly good poison..... |
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Are you missing a stranger that you might have loved? |
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Do you feel that there's something you don't feel enough? |
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There's a perfectly good poison for the perfectly numb |
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If you want some... |
