If you come to find me affable,
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Build a replica for me
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Would the idea to you be laughable
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Of a pale facsimile?
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So would you come to burn an effigy?
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It should keep the flies away
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When you long to burn this effigy
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It should be for the hours that slip away
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Slip away
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It could be you; it could be me
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Working the door; drinking for free
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Carrying on with your conspiracies
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Filling the room with a sense of unease
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Fake conversations on a non-existent telephone
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Like the words of a man who spent a little too much time alone
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When one has spent too much time alone
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So when you come to burn my effigy,
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It should keep the flies away
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If you long to burn an effigy,
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It should be for the man who's lost his way
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Slips away
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It could be you; it could be me
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Working the door; drinking for free
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Carrying on with your conspiracies
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Filling the room with a sense of unease
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Fake conversations on a non-existent telephone
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Like the words of a man who spent a little too much time alone
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When one has spent too much time alone
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La la la la la
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Effigy
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| Andrew Bird |
