Life inside the music box ain't easy
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The mallets hit the gears are always turning
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And everyone inside the mechanism
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Is yearning
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To get out
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And sing another melody completely
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So different from the one they're always singing
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I close my eyes and think that I have found me
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But then I feel mortality surround me
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I want to sing another melody
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So different from the one I always sing
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...but when I do the dishes...
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I run the water very very very hot
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And then I fill the sink to the top with bubbles of soap
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And then I set all the bottle caps I own afloat
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And it's the greatest voyage in the history of plastic
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And then I slip my hands in and start to make waves
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And then I dip my tongue in and take a taste
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It tastes like soap but it doesn't really taste like soap
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And then I lower in my whole mouth and take a gulp
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...and start to...
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Feel mortality surround me
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I close my eyes and think that I have found me
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But life inside the music box ain't easy
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The mallets hit the gears are always turning
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And everyone inside the mechanism
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Is yearning to get out...
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Musicbox
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| Regina Spektor |
