Hark to Rouall's white insanity
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Clowns in drag concealing vanity
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This is hardly Paradise
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We¡¯re still in search of petty scorn
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Images so dead, in mourning
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Clap and cheer the man performing
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This is hardly Paradise
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we're still in search of petty scorn
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Couch my disease in chintz-covered kisses
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Glazed calico cloth, my costume this is
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Come to Pablo Fanque's in Indigo
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We'll show you pastel Shades of rhyme
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It's okay to laugh in harmony
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See the white-faced Auguste's army
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Come to Pablo's-Fanque's in Indigo
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We'll Show you pastel shades of rhyme
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Take a letter Ophelia, write
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"Sorry Desdemona." bright
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Peeking through the Nimbus covers
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We see the twisted tale of Man
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Catch us in the cornfield hiding
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Me, Maryse and Moonbeams gliding
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Peeking through the Nimbue covers
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We see the twisted tale of Man
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Careless, caress, curl up beside me
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Visit, sleep and smile and drown me
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We'll March together, slay like Nero
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'Til they show something we understand
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Oh! the clown, his stare is eyeless
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Will he make you laugh or cry.yes
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We'll march together, slay like Nero
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'Til they show something we understand
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It is time to hide my body
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Shall we start to speak of holly
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I don't wanna be that Superhero
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¡¯Til you have something we understand
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Heard they're moving Pisces into June
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Shall we put together a platoon
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I don't wanna be that Superhero
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¡¯Til you have something we understand
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RITZ
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| Steve Harley |
