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If you were anywhere near his door |
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You saw it swing open and you heard the moon roar |
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Trying to yank herself right out of her orbit |
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The whole natural world |
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Painted red, just like a target |
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It was a cold dark day |
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With low clouds standing in the way |
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And the stars jockeying for position |
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On the slow thick morning of the death-dealing physician |
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(Oh yeah) |
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(Oh yeah) |
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(Oh yeah) |
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(Oh yeah) |
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And you could feel his features in the air |
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A wide smile and perfect hair |
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He had complete control of the rising tides |
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And a medicine bag hanging at his side |
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It was a cold dark day |
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With low clouds standing in the way |
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And the stars jockeying for position |
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In the flowing blue world of the death-dealing physician |
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(Oh yeah) |
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(Oh yeah) |
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(Oh yeah) |
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(Oh yeah) |
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And the rain came down like water from a faucet |
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I saw him at the crossroads, but I never saw him cross it |
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One minute he was on this side |
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And the next he was be over on the other |
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So went his rounds, one sad patient after another |
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It was a cold dark day |
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With low clouds standing in the way |
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And the stars jockeying for position |
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In the crushed velvet world of the death-dealing physician |
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(Oh yeah) |
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(Oh yeah) |
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(Oh yeah) |
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(Oh yeah) |
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It was a cold dark day |
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With low clouds standing in the way |
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And the stars jockeying for position |
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In the impossibly large office of the death-dealing physician |
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(Oh yeah) |
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(Oh yeah) |
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(Oh yeah) |
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(Oh yeah) |
