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Your camera eye pans slowly |
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Over the sheets |
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A world of mountains and valleys that all |
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Hide from the sun |
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You're buried underneath not |
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Moving a bone |
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Some terrified Incredible Hulk |
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Made out of stone |
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But the auctioneer is |
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The only one |
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That needs to know |
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That everything |
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Everything |
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Everything must go |
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Snowman frozen not feeling much of |
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anything |
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People are nails on a chalkboard |
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They scratch |
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Just want to listen to the music of |
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the traffic outside |
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Drained and desiccated |
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Formaldehyde |
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The auctioneer in |
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His black chapeau |
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Says everything |
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Everything |
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Everything must go |
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Candelabra the rope |
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Poison in your ring |
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Sometimes it's bad to tell them |
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All you know |
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They'll take your heart, inflate it |
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Hold it with a string |
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Put your face to the wind and |
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And let you go |
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And the auctioneer |
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With a sassy smile |
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And a little do-si-do |
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The auctioneer with a trail of |
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Dancing zeros |
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Always finds a way |
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To comfort and console |
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Says everything |
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Everything |
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Everything must go |
