Oh, what a noble, distinguished collection of fine little friends you have made
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Hitting the tables without you again: no we'll wait, no we promise, we'll wait
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June makes these excellent sewing machines out of common industrial waste
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She spends a few days at a time on the couch but she says
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She wears shades, she wears shades
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But no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my baby-doll
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And you're aces for coming along
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You're almost human, after all
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And you're learning that just 'cause they call themselves friends
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Doesn't mean they'll call...
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They made the comment in jest
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But you've got the needle
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I guess that's the point of it all
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Maybe a week in the tropics would help to remind you how nice life can be
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We propped you right up in a chair on a deck with a beautiful view of the sea
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But a couple weeks later we came back and you and the chair were nowhere to be seen
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You had magically moved to the closet
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Eyes fixed to the place where the dryer had been
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Oh, but no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my baby-doll
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And you're aces for coming along
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You're almost human, after all
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Why on earth would I keep you propped up in here when you so love the fall...?
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The pattern's laid out on the bed
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With dozens of colors of thread
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But you've got the needle
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I guess that's the point in the end
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But it's better to waste your day watching the scenery change at a comatose rate
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Than to put yourself in it and turn into one of those cigarette ads that you hate
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But while you were sleeping some men came around
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Said they had some dimensions to take
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I'm not sure what they were talking about but they sure made a mess of your face
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But still, no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my baby-doll
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And you're aces for playing along
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You're almost human, even now
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And just 'cause they call themselves experts
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It doesn't mean sweet fuck all...
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They've got the permanent press
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Homes with a stable address
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And they've got excitement
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And life by the fistful
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But you've got the needle
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I guess that's the point of it all
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The Point Of It All
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| Amanda Palmer |
