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Primitives dress in feathers and masks |
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To scare away their enemies |
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The frightening thing is not dying |
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The frightening thing is not living |
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Scientists guess which is worse we will ask |
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The medicine or the disease |
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The frightening thing is not dying |
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The frightening thing is not living |
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There's an old man living on the edge of town, edge of town |
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With a skull in his window and the shades pulled down, shades pulled down |
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And he laughs at fortune and he laughs at fame, he laughs at fame |
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And he laughs at scandal and he laughs at shame, he laughs at shame |
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Primitives dress in feathers and masks |
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To scare away their enemies |
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The frightening thing is not dying |
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The frightening thing is not living |
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Scientists guess which is worse we will ask |
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The medicine or the disease |
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The frightening thing is not dying |
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The frightening thing is not living |
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There's a young girl living on the edge of town, edge of town |
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With a light in her window and her hair falls down, hair falls down |
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And she loves me crazy and she loves me wild, loves me wild |
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And she loves me tender like a lonely child, lonely child |
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Primitives dress in feathers and masks |
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To scare away their enemies |
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The frightening thing is not dying |
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The frightening thing is not living |
