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My, my the clock in the sky is pounding away |
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There's so much to say |
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A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice |
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And it cannot rejoice |
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Wanting to be, to hear and to see |
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Crying to the sky |
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But the porpoise is laughing good-bye, good-bye |
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Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye |
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Clicks, clacks |
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Riding the backs of giraffes for laughs is alright for a while |
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The ego sings of castles and kings and things |
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That go with a life of style |
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Wanting to feel, to know what is real |
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Living is a lie |
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But the porpoise is waiting good-bye, good-bye |
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Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye |
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Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye |
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Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye |
