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We're so ordinary |
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Can't seem to break the hold |
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Of every clown that's come before us |
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And every story that's yet to be told |
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And even though the paint's not dry yet |
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There's someone with their tounge hanging out |
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'Cause something sour don't taste so bad |
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When you can muzzle someone needs to shout |
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And everyone who's watching now |
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At the movie that's always re run |
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Can throw a laugh and a stick in the pinks |
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Who overrated or loud or were young |
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And anyone who's looking out |
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Just waiting for tall guys to fall |
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Can rest assured in blankets now |
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That nobody can be that small |
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Bring him round the court house now |
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We're lying naked and ugly and cold |
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Don't play around the edges |
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Play with something that's dusted and old |
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And when we're lying crying defensless |
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Be sure that you get in a lay |
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'Cause something sour don't taste so bad |
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Now they'll be forgetting you everyday |
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And everyone who's watching now |
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At the movie that's always re run |
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Can throw a laugh and a stick in the pinks |
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Who overrated or loud or were young |
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And anyone who's looking out |
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Just waiting for tall guys to fall |
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Can rest assured in blankets now |
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That nobody can be that small |
