When I was a little boy,
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I looked under the stairs,
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The King and the Pawns
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Were caught unawares,
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Standing in the shadows
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A whisperer to be,
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Just fishing in the darkness
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Of possibilities.
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Just look at you now
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Yeah
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Look at you now
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Yeah
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Oh
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Look at you now
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Among such style and grace
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Our highest hopes,
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None standing
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Still the running joke,
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Where goes the warm embrace
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It fades without return
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It lives to slip through fingertips and burn.
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Just look at you now
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Oh
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Look at you now
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Ohh
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look at you now
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Ohh
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Look at you now
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Running Joke
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| Queens Of the Stone Age |
