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Head in the clouds |
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Head in the water |
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When the waters break and the mud sucks up |
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You're going to tremble |
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Your origins and your last goodbyes |
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You're going to tremble |
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When the bowl is dry and the heat is mine |
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When the dust is ours |
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You're going to tremble |
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With half an eye |
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You're going to tremble, tremble |
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It's the magic of fools that the words are no more |
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Than fancy talk from shattered teeth and now |
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To begin the beguine [wait] |
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There goes another here, there goes another |
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Don't you say, don't ever ask why to what you are |
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Race along the road to rack or ruin |
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Or where ever you are |
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With half an eye |
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I'll discover why nothing makes sense |
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With half a lout in substance will out |
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Hear me why |
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I will not be torn from what is mine |
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You're going to tremble |
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It's the magic of fools in all the ways and all the ways |
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Half an eye discover why that nothing makes sense |
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You don't need me to see that |
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I was never here at all |
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You race along the road to wherever you go |
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A lacquered head, a foreign tongue |
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To help oblige this need to belong |
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Fires crack crack crack |
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You're going to tremble, tremble |
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It's the magic of fools that the words are no more |
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Than fancy talk from shattered teeth |
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And now to begin the beguine |
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Don't ever say, don't ever ask why to what magic is there |
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All the ways in all the ways in |
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I are apart |
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Don't save one day, don't waste all day |
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Don't waste all day, don't race |
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Don't nail away to wherever you go |
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My girl ain't anybody, my girl is somebody. |