An earwig crawled into my ear
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Made a meal of the wax and hairs
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Phoned friends, had an insect party
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But all I could hear was the bass drum drum
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All I could hear was the bass drum drum
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Now if you put your ear close you'll be able to hear
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Not the sea shore noise of the shore sea shell
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The clatter of plates
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And the bronze of the bell
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Going ding dong, ding dong, ding dong dong
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Going out of my mind as they hollow my head
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I'm floating in the air, but my body's in bed
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The more they eat, the more I see
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What is not, but just could be
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You can hear them laughing in my head
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You can hear them laughing in my head
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Ha ha ha ha ha
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Now they've eaten my memory, I can't recall
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How the world used to be before
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So a vision is the same as what is real
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Depends upon the lighting, and how I feel
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Ding dong, drum drum, ha ha ha ha ha
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And then the music stopped
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The musician went away
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They'd eaten all my brain
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The red and the grey
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They all stack at home
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Dug a tongue through my nose
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Where my brain used to be
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Now there's only a hole
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Skullduggery
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James |