Now you sit there thinking feeling insecure
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The mocking court gesture (jester) claims there is no proven cure
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Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall
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'Cos you got no one to listen, you got no one to call
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And you think I'm curious
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Drifting, drowning in a purple sea of doubt
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You wanna hear she loves you,
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but the words don't fit the mouth
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You're a loser, a rebel, a cause without
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But don't think me callous
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Dancing Rosemary, disappearing sister Ruth
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It's just your yellow appetite
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that has you choking on the truth
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You gave in, you gave out, outlived your dream of youth
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And I can't get jealous
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So go on, you'll continue with your nose so open wide
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Knocking on that door that says Hurry come inside
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But don't bother to buy insurance 'cos you've already died
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And you can't be serious
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I saw my reflection in my father's final tears
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The wind was slowly melting, San Francisco disappears
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Acid heads, unmade beds, and you Woodward world queers
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I know you're lonely
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I know you're lonely
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I know you're lonely...
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[Spoken:]
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Thanks for your time
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And you can thank me for mine
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And after that's said
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Forget it.
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Bag it, man
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(Okay)
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Jane S. Piddy
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