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Andrew Bird - Effigy |
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If you come to find me affable |
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And build a replica for me |
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Would the idea to you be laughable |
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Of a pale facsimile |
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So will you come to burn an effigy |
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It should keep the flies away |
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And when you long to burn this effigy |
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It should be of the hours that slip away |
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Slip away |
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It could be you |
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It could be me |
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Working the door |
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Drinking for free |
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Carrying on with your conspiracies |
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Filling the room with a sense of unease |
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Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone |
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Like the words of a man |
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who's spent a little too much time alone |
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When one has spent too much time alone |
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So will you come to burn my effigy |
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It should keep the flies away |
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If you long to burn an effigy |
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It should be of a man whose lost his way |
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Slips away |
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It could be you |
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It could be me |
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Working the door |
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Drinking for free |
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Carrying on with your conspiracies |
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Filling the room with a sense of unease |
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Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone |
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Like the words of a man |
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who's spent a little too much time alone |
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When one has spent too much time alone |