You may point with the crooked cane
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You conspire on my broken brain
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And playwright fate will have his way
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We're all actors in this play
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We're all passengers on his train
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And playwright fate don't make me stay
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And soon enough the brakes won't take the weight
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That is depending, and it's the strain on my left arm takes
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I'm just hoping for a happy ending
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So long, sir
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You're in a land where you don't belong
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Just keep kissing through the kissing song
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You're in a land where you don't belong [x2]
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So, so long friends
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So long family
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The letters were sent
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I'm gonna die here beautifully
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Now the housecat's on his seventh life
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He said his goodbyes to his beautiful wife
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He said he's going to a land where mice grow on trees
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He said he's going to a place where beasts like us roam free
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He said come with me [x2]
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We're gonna die here gracefully
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We're in a land where we don't belong
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Just keep kissing through the kissing song
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We're in a land where we don't belong
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You see there's clearly something wrong
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Just keep kissing through the kissing song
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We're in a land where we don't belong [x2]
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Get out of this place
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Inhabitants of the children with the cheap cocaine
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And the playwright fate will have his way
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'Cause we are as brittle as biscuits
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Sarcastic, the English are bright
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We're in a land where we don't belong
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Just keep kissing through the kissing song
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We're in a land where we don't belong
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You see there's clearly something wrong
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Just keep kissing through the kissing song
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We're in a land where we don't belong [x2]
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Playwrite Fate
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| I Blame Coco |
