(Lloyd)
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She's been living in the mirror, i'd like to follow her down
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Like a suitcase of emeralds, that she can wear in her crown
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And she says that she needs it, so i've been giving her some
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And now she says that she knows me, but can't remember where from
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She's been raising the serpent, and has a bird that can fly
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And now she's holding my monkey but still she don't tell me why
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She's been digging for the answers, in a beat-up garage
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She's been building her castles, out of old lincoln logs
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And she wants me to live there, we'll have a torried affair
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Just like the fox in its foxhole, just like the rabbit in its lair
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She's been raising the serpent, and has a bird that can fly
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And now she's holding my monkey but still she don't tell me why
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She's so soft, that i know she will cry
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When the daylight comes and steals away her night
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Well i just saw her yesterday, and she is still going down
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Just like the cheshire cat baby, well all that's left is her frown
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But i'm still standing beside her, i'm a dangerous man
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And we're looking for laughter, we're doing the best that we can
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She's raising the serpent, etc....
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Raising The Serpent
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| Richard Lloyd |
