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Mr. O'Leary is combing his hair |
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And he's swirling it into a knot |
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The mirror is laughing at Mr. O'Leary |
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Cuz it knows he's someone he's not |
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Walking away from that painted reflection |
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To do something else he forgot |
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And now he's walking around with that stupid expression |
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While his memory asks him, well, what was the question? |
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And follows the blind while he's trying to find |
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All the things he's not sure that he missed |
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Wake up, wake up, wake up |
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Wake up, wake up, wake up |
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We sleep when we're walking, we never stop talking |
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Wake up, wake up, wake up |
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Mrs. Jones stands at the station |
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She waits for a train that don't run anymore |
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She's paid up her fare for a ticket to nowhere |
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And thinks that she's been there before |
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Broken dreams weigh on her mind like the water |
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That's spilling the sand on the shore |
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And she's clicking her heels and she's looking for Toto |
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While she stands with her dress dragging in the grey snow |
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And she wants what she doesn't have, has what she doesn't want |
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And she wants the world to know it |
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(Chorus) |
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Johnny McGee's making love to TV |
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And his stamina's really impressive |
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It's always turned on, all night until dawn |
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And plays reruns when he gets aggressive |
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Johnny's afraid that he'll worry about |
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All the problems that he doesn't have |
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Because his life is so boring and he's always snoring |
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While earth is revolving and it's not worth exploring |
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And the faces on TV all say who he should be |
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But nobody knows who he is |
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