Say it
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Say it
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Say it!
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(he can't say it)
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He's just an imperfect man
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Trapped in an imperfect body
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Ain't happy or sad, lonely or sorry
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Mr. Slo-Blo
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Mr. Yo-Yo
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Mr. See which way is the wind gonna blow
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Hangs from a wire, fingers on fire
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Drifting higher and higher
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He tried to be smart to catch out his own heart
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Cruel to be kind as he cut out all the soft parts
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But some days in little ways
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Love seeps out in the things he says
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And all he really wants
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Is to feel grown up again
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ShrunkenMan
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| The The |
