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You look good with your lights and mirrors |
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But I could tell if |
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I could get a bit nearer to you |
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Now you're lying on a hard wood floor |
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You know you're alive but you can't be sure, it's true |
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Rumor has it it's true |
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You got your cake and you got your brass ring |
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Now you're friends of the next big thing, it's true |
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Rumor has it it's true |
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In the deep, deep blue you'll be swimming along |
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With your concrete shoes and a straitjacket on |
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We don' know that you're gone |
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Rumor has it it's true |
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Bits of wood and an old cloth shroud |
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The man in the temple's kicking out the crowd, it's true |
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In the deep, deep blue you'll be swimming along |
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With your concrete shoes and a straitjacket on |
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We don't know that you're gone |
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Rumor has it's true |
