Come save me from walking off a windowsill
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Or I'll sleep in the rain.
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Don't you remember when I was a bird
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And you were a map?
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Now he drags down miles in America
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Briefcase in hand.
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The stove is creeping up his spine again
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Can't get enough trash.
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He took the days for pageant
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Became as mad as rabbits
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With bushels of bad habits
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And who could ask for anymore?
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Yeah who could have more?
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His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree
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Preached the devil in the belfry.
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He checked in to learn his clothes had been thieved
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At the train station.
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Rope hung his other branch
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And at the end was a dog called Bambi
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Who was chewing on his parliaments
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When he tried to save the calendar business.
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He tried to save the calendar business.
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He took the days for pageant
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And became as mad as rabbits
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With bushels of bad habits
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Who could ask for anymore?
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Who could have more?
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The poor son of a humble chimney sweep
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Fell to a cheap crowd
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So stay asleep and put on that cursive type
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You know we live in a toy.
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You know that Paul Cates
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Bought himself a trumpet from the Salvation Army
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But there ain't no sunshine in his song
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We must reinvent love.
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Reinvent love, reinvent love.
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He took the days for pageant
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And became as mad as rabbits
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With bushels of bad habits
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Who could ask for anymore?
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Yeah who could have more?
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We must reinvent love.
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Reinvent love, reinvent love.
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Mad As Rabbits
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| Panic! At The Disco |
