you should see yourself
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when will you grow up
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every knob you twist on that machine is like a crutch
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but i was just the fool
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you¡¯ve been waiting for
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who says we can¡¯t touch
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ourselves to keep from getting bored?
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nothing else is touching that¡¯s for sure
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a ring around the roses
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i will watch you play
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i come here every night
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it¡¯s just me the bartender the waitress and the lights
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shining on you not getting it right
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we clap not for you but for your kind
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a ring around the roses
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everybody poses
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threats and then backs down
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the second you put clothes on
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a ring around the roses
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everybody knows it
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i will sing your fears
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if you sing my neurosis
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you should back out now
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not a night too soon
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i¡¯ll still be here when the last poor soul has left the room
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standing round just like a good friend should
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smiling as if your songs were good
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a ring around the roses
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everybody poses
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threats and then backs down
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the second you get clothes on
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a ring around the roses
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everybody knows it
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i will sing your fears
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if you sing my neurosis
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and i sat there for hours
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waiting on the curb
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thinking you might like a flower from a pretty girl
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a ring around the waitress from the verse
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a ring of fire around the roses¡¯ door
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put it on before you lose your nerve
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put your hands together and they¡¯ll hurt
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(repeats five times)
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make your sound that no one¡¯s ever heard
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(repeats twice)
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and i hope we get what we deserve
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A Night At the roses
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| The Dresden Dolls |
