Maniac, don't say it ain't nothin'
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when I can see it in your eyes.
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Of course, ceremonial weakness
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lending them hard drugs.
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But don't ask me if I understand
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what is good for me tonight
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Can't you see it's harmless,
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a little light justice?
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Some say, "So long. How could you?"
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Some say, "Come, sit here by the fire."
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I will just wave goodbye to ordinary
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people's awkward situations.
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Officer, you can take me,
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but leave my daughter alone.
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We could sit around forever, mama,
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and find there are no stars in the sky.
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we could page through
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all our haunted diary thoughts.
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I miss the way you stare at me
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as if I were a memory.
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Villain. Statue of marble.
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And I don't want to touch your dark
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thoughts anymore; let me leave them alone.
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Now and then safe and sound
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and send the clowns
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to document with words and photos.
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A brain on fire and slashed summer tires.
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We all need somewhere to go.
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There's some way out of this silent film
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I've been living in,
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but my mind got stuck and
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I froze upon the burning coals
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in another man's ritual.
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We could sit around forever, mama,
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and find there are no stars in the sky.
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we could page through
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all our haunted diary thoughts.
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I miss the way you stare at me
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as if I were a memory.
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Maniac
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| Clap Your Hands Say Yeah |
