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The walls are filled in here with glass |
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My eyes are stolen with a glance |
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And the cheap persuasion that has emptied |
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It's perfume and left us weary |
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Has been overlooked as art |
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I'm handed cups of tepid gleam |
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From smiles colorless and careful |
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My face is frozen as the winner takes his prize |
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And all eyes turn to stare |
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The lonelier the better |
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And all my friends are there |
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The click clicking of the floss |
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A dabble here and there |
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Why I'm here and why they're there? |
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I don't know why |
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The shaker's breaking up the peace |
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But I heard him stare, I heard him stare |
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The lonelier the better |
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And all my friends are there, are they all there? |