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Two feet caught in the shadows, caught in the shadow show |
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(Please tell me what is going on) |
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Oh, I can't, it's nothing I've known |
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Signing shapes in the moonlight, keeping the laughter low |
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(Please tell me what's going on) |
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Oh, I can't, it's convoluted |
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A change of mind today for certain |
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I know the book, I think I wrote it |
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The author's dead, it's fiction |
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One, oh, one |
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Seething snakes in the grass, snakes in our own backyard |
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(Everyone's on the telephone) |
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I'll be sure to overhear them |
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Enter loping in Latin, the altar boys all know |
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(Please tell me what's going on) |
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Oh, I can't, it's convoluted |
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A change of mind today for certain |
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I know the book, I think I wrote it |
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The author's dead, it's fiction |
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So go ahead eight times a day |
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So go ahead and tell me what you want |
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Two keys twisted and turned, stuck in our own front door |
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(Please tell me what's going on) |
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Oh, I can't, it's nothing I've known |
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Leaving notes in the carpet, reading them on the floor |
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(Please tell me what's going on) |
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Oh, I can't, it's convoluted |
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A change of mind today for certain |
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I know the book, I think I wrote it |
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The author's dead, the author's dead, it's fiction |
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I can't, I can't, it's convoluted |
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A change of mind today for certain |
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I know the book, I think I wrote it |
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The author's dead, it's fiction |
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One, oh, one |