Fourteen feet tall, and glassy and pale, and covered in soot
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I don¡¯t know who he was or what he was, the question was moot
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I laid in bed, too scared to speak, and watched him watch me
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There was no sound but the crickets outside and the leaves in the breeze, oh
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He lit a cigarette and said, ¡°Your chimney¡¯s a bitch.¡±
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I said, ¡°Are you old Santa Claus?¡±
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And he said, ¡°You wish,¡± yeah yeah yeah yeah
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That¡¯s when the party started as far as I know
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I grabbed a hold of it and never let go
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And if I saw it well then maybe it¡¯s so
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Oh, whoa, etc¡¦
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Later that year, I swear to god, it happened again, oh
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I was out camping with my baby and a couple of friends, oh
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As we fell asleep I know I saw a light in the east, oh
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Spinning around and changing colors with a weird humming sound, oh
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As it got close I felt my sleeping bag rise from the ground, oh
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When we woke up I was yards from the fire
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Eyes swollen shut, and buried to my waist
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That¡¯s when the party started as far as I know
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I grabbed a hold of it and never let go
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And if I saw it well then maybe it¡¯s so
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Oh, whoa, etc¡¦
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I know I know I know I know I saw him again
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I was out walking my dog and he followed me home, oh
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Fourteen feet fall, a pinstripe suit and the same weird shadow, oh
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He was outside for several weeks and then he vanished again, oh
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I really don¡¯t know what to think after twenty-three years
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The only real thing I ever learned is: Maybe it is, if it has so appeared
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That¡¯s when the party started--
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I grabbed a hold of it and--
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And if I saw it well, then¡¦
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Oh, whoa, etc¡¦
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That¡¯s When the Party Started
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| Dismemberment Plan |
