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You walk and talk and move around in circles |
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Your friends telling you you are doing fine |
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You can't see that snowball as it hurtles |
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Through the shattered membranes of your mind |
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If I could talk to you for just one minute |
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Then you would know what it is |
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I am getting at |
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But there again your head's got nothing in it |
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By the way you left without your hat |
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I'm walking in the wind looking at the sky |
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Hanging on a breeze and wondering why, why |
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Your old man's headed for the final pay-off |
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The joker that you got is fading too |
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And all the sharks that come around for the rip-off |
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Are gonna tear the flesh right off you |
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The plastic princess hangs her head in wonder at the silver glittered boys |
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Trying, trying to compete |
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And all at once the room begins to thunder |
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And all that's left is the stain on the sheet |
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The prostitute is standing on the corner |
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Suffering so much pain to stay alive |
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She's so real, that life itself bows down before her |
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She couldn't make that nine to five |
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While the president is crying, crying in the |
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White House |
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The prime minister's really got the blues |
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All the heads of state are busy playing cat & mouse ' |
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Cause you can see none of them have ever paid their dues |
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God knows why, why, why |
