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You were not looking at me* |
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I was handsome in all the wrong places |
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Lost like an unknown island |
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In a sea of bewildering faces |
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You couldn't wait for both hands on the sore |
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Straight down my throat with no violence |
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Now everything's restored to silence |
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Big talkin' photographers |
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Make their way with your command |
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Everyone's loving your pictures |
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The world, the way you demand |
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But then they will go |
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(?) a show |
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And the sun's erupted with violence |
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Now everything returns to silence |
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I will not listen to you |
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My ears are just clams in a wave |
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Hiding at the bottom of the ocean |
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Where they hear not a word that you say |
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Bottom feeder, plenty of food |
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Far from the noise and the violence |
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Now everything returns to silence |
