I got home this morning with the sun right in my eyes
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there was no warning as it took me by surprise
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hit me like an act of God causing my alarm
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that I'd not become a cephalopod
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I still had legs and arms
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still had legs and arms
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and today was s'posed to be the day
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molecules decided to change their form
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the laws of physics lose their sway
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youthful indiscretion is
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suddenly the norm with the good kids sprouting horns
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and today was s'posed to be
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not just another day
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today was s'posed to be
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opposite day
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and those who can't quite function
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in society at large
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are gonna wake up on this morning
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and find that they're in charge
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while those the world's set up for
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who are really doing quite well
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gonna wake up in institutions
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in prison or in hell
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and today was s'posed to be
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opposite day
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...
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but if you think there's something else
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well you're right there is something else
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but if you think I'm gonna tell you
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think again why should I think of telling you
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what there is
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because silence is knowledge and knowledge is power
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I'm under explicit orders to dare not speak its name
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no I dare not speak its name
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Listen! I just work here - no I dare not speak its name
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Opposite Day
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Andrew Bird |