All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in
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I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
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But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots
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And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop
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And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton
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Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in
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A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice
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Some people call them snake-eyes, but to me they look like mice
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And nothing's smelling like a rose
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But I don't care if no one's coming up for air
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I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore
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All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in
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I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
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But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots
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And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop
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And nothing's smelling like a rose
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But I don't care if no one's coming up for air
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I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore
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No, no, no, no
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Nothing's smelling like a rose
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But I don't care if no one's coming up for air
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I know that nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore
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Nothing's Gonna Change My Clothes
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| They Might Be Giants |
