the king of Mars perfects his commentary skills
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I'm a gold plated man monkey full of dollar bills
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if you're happier, dial 1 now
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don't be fooled by gravity, and don't be like the sun
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something went wrong, I hate this song
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and if I could change one thing about the weather
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well then I would tell the world and I'd become famous
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and then I wouldn't need to care about the weather never
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ever anymore cuz I would be relaxing in Hawaii
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but that is not my fate, I'm trapped inside a cage
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it isn't even locked, but I'm an idiot
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(it's an illusion)
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Caesar was a criminal, but his mother was a saint
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some say that it's subliminal, but I say that it ain't
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science was a masquerade, meant to sell you lemonade
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and it worked, they're laughing in their graves
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once again I'm falling down a mountain like a metaphor
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(god damn leprechauns, god damn leprachauns)
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shoot me from a cannon to the moon without a helmet on my head
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or even oxygen to breath in the offhand chance that there's no air
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air is like a something something, air is like an I don't know
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and air is just like fog but it's not gray, and it makes me want to
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breathe in toxic little fumes and then I breathe out sugar frosted blood
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all I ever did to make you laugh was breath out sugar frosted blood
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(what do I do now? tell me lest I do nothing... guardian devil)
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I'd like to make a toast to all the little garden gnomes
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who bravely sacrificed their lives for me
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I'd like to make a toast but no one seems to have a cup
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I wonder where my cup has gone. I think that it was taken by
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the king of Mars perfects his commentary skills
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I'm a gold plated man monkey full of dollar bills
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you've been standing there, blocking my view
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don't be scared by me or me, and don't be like the sun
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(because the sun doesn't really exist, it's an illusion
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that's why you shouldn't be like the sun,
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because if you are, you don't exist
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and I don't associate with people who don't exist)
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Don't Be Like The Sun
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| Lemon Demon |
