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Yeh I put on a shirt and I flirt with my own reflection |
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I've no companion |
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Yeh my toes are sleepy, my eyes are weepy, they fell out |
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And I shoved them in the spout |
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And I'd sing |
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Ooo ooo ooo ooo |
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Yeh I pull off my limbs, give 'em to the wind in silence |
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I've no defiance |
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Yeh my legs are weak, my lips won't speak I twist them |
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And rudely kiss them |
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And I don't know why I write this |
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And scratch it on the back of your books |
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Yeh I don't know why I sketch you |
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And waste it on the edge o' ya looks |
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I don't know why I plant these |
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And fashion them from slices of earth |
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I guess I'm slave to the spirit |
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Of needing to create and give birth |
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And we all sing |
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Ooo ooo ooo ooo |
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And come love, see my hands |
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Come love, see my hands |
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Come love, see my hands |
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Oh come on, and see my hands |
