I gotta lotta people telling me I smell like the dead
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Apparently they cannot see that
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I'm already walkin' 'round without a head.
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I've got a problem with the object of the ongoing game
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Set the self upon the shelf
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And drag your shell through the day.
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[Chorus]
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But look at all the stars
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We've come so far
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Even if we don't know where we are.
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It's gotta be somewhere great,
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Or am I just too tired to wink?
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I seen a thousand towns without and ounce of hot irony
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It leaves me begging for aesthetics
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Please offend someone sweet in front of me
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I'm sloughin' brains (I'm sloughin' brains)
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I'm sloughin' brain cells every day
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Smearing the globe, my lobe frontally frayed.
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[Chorus]
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But look at all the stars
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We've come so far
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Even if we don't know where we are.
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It's gotta be somewhere great
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Man, I don't even know what you're sayin'
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But I can't wait
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For more of this to come my way
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'Cause you take what you get
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And you try not to think
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Or am I just too tired to wink?
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I stored a cyclops for a week with hard-tack in the clink
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If ever he would bat a lid I thought it was a wink
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But the world is flush with monocular mush and dingbats to despise
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You find they're not thinking, just narrowly blinking,
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But never quite cleaning their eyes.
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[Repeat Chorus]
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We've come so far
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Even if we don't know where we are.
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It's gotta be somewhere great
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Or am I just too tired,
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Or am I just too tired to wink?
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Too Tired To Wink
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| Ludo |
