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Hark to rouall's white insanity |
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Clowns in drag concealing vanity |
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This is hardly paradise |
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We're still in search of petty scorn |
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Images so dead, in mourning |
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Clap and cheer the man performing |
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This is hardly paradise |
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We're still in search of petty scorn |
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Couch my disease in chintz-covered kisses |
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Glazed calico cloth, my costume this is |
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Come to pablo fanque's in indigo |
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We'll show you pastel shades of rhyme |
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It's okay to laugh in harmony |
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See the white-faced auguste's army |
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Come to pablo's-fanque's in indigo |
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We'll show you pastel shades of rhyme |
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Take a letter ophelia, write |
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"sorry desdemona." bright |
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Peeking through the nimbus covers |
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We see the twisted tale of man |
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Catch us in the cornfield hiding |
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Me, maryse and moonbeams gliding |
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Peeking through the nimbue covers |
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We see the twisted tale of man |
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Careless, caress, curt up beside me |
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Visit, sleep and smile and drown me |
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March together, slay like nero |
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Now we have something you understand |
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Oh! the clown, his stare is eyeless |
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Shall he make you laugh or cry.yes |
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March together, slay like nero |
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Now we have sometning you understand |
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It is time to hide my body |
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Shall we start to speak of holly |
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I don't wanna be that superhero |
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'til you have something we anderstand |
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Heard they're moving pisces into june |
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Shall we put together a platoon |
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I don't wanna be that superhero |
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'til you have something we understand |
