You got real fancy instincts
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But your mouth is so large
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I think I see a hundred people in it
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I guess you like it that way
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Because you¡¯re a flop
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And there ain¡¯t no more wringer washers
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To roll your fingers through
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I see your insides aren¡¯t the same since 1951
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You¡¯re dying inside a window
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I saw your face all cut with glass
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And underneath the window
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The hands you dug your grave with
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You could have built an empire
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He would have helped you now you know
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You¡¯re going to fetch the wind
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On a unicorn
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Feet all dangling down
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Wish them well at the marketplace
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I fear a fiery face
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Is staring from the future
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It¡¯s not the way
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They told me I was a fool
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Well it¡¯s your friend and mine
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And ???
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The sky is black in a blue night
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The winter is true or so it may seem
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Carnival tricks in the corners
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The floor is made of tracks
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That follow your footsteps
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They Told Me I Was A Fool
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| Jandek |
