The soup
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The soup
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The soup [x7]
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The soup was hot and spilt pea and on the stove
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And Michael and Marry and Bugsy and Buster were all occupied
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The pictures as clear as illusion in their mind
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And the plan was foolproof, there was so much to do
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First they'd decide who'd drive the car,
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Who'd wear the masks and who'd arrange the cops
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Then they'd decide what were the rules
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When do you shoot and when do you hold back
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They'd synchronize their watches and the heartbeats in their ribcages
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This can't be a mess, this can't be a mess
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[Humming]
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Nobody knows how it comes to be
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That they think that they must and they do what they can
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But the cops are right there and the sirens they blare
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And the bystarers stare and everyone just stands
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Bugsy went down first, then Marry then
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Michael drove off and Buster just ran
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He was running like a child, running in a game of tag
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Until he was hit, until he was "It"
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[Humming]
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The soup
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The soup
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The soup, the soup the soup the soup the soup the soup the soup
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The Soup
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| Regina Spektor |
