When you're riding the rails with those wide open eyes,
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Well, there's one old south paw you will always fight.
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And alone on a worn-out throne
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is the reigning queen of the questions
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Why we blind-footed toddlers ever started out.
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So don't get into it with me
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When I goose-step
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Across the kitchen floor
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You know I still adore
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All your mother's old-fashioned ways
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I'm so impressed that you hear
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My inventions, and that it matters more
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Than what you saw with your eyes
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Go along with the plan
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Your head will still be there where you put it
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Under the bed with the ice cream you could never find
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And tonight you go to bed and dream
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All the world to be what you want it,
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You got the girly draw now flaunt it,
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And keep them all checking their watches
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When you're out tonight
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So don't get into it with me
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When I goose-step across the kitchen floor
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You know I still adore--
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Are your eyes changing hands?
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I'm so impressed that you hear
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My inventions, and that it matters more
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Than what you saw with your eyes
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When I Goosestep
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| The Shins |
