There's a hole in my sock where my shoe always bites it
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And that's gotta stop or else I'll feel foolish at the sock hop, yeah
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The sacrament slouch neither guard is to paint in ceramic[?]
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My name's marcus and I'm a martian mime
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Well, of course I'm a mime
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Where do you think I got this group of scottish trees and not a brick from brown government buildings
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There's a cloud in my clock where the seconds always chide it
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And that's got to stop if I'm going to ride aboard the herbivore, yeah
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Whose hourglass fingers' look stung through the mask
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My name's cassius and I've metamorphosized
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Into a nosy guest talking dresses made of pheasant [?] from ninety feet down gazebo and a red saber condom's horseman[?]
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There's a glare from my smock where a cardinal ate his shadow
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And that's got to stop if I'm going to garnish an acorn souffle
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The clowns kneeled down and prayed at the [?]
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Away after first giving them back their bombs so they can
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Swallow each others [?] faces once again
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Once again
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There's an "oh my" in "my goodness"
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Genuflecting as in battle
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And that's gotta stop if I'm going to convert a bouncing sean marshall
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Inside A Room Full Of Treasure
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| Of Montreal |
