I was a member of a successful society.
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there was a successful someone inside of me
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but then it turned around
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and inside out and upside down.
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they trapped an wrapped and packed
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me shifty out of town.
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crawling can be beautiful
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it sure beats standing still
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crawling on your hands and knees
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takes self-control and skill.
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can we declare, though scared,
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this room to be a sovereign state
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where citizens share skins
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and sins and copulate.
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'cause if we can I think we should
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and shouldn't waste a breath.
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a baby place is faced
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with settling on baby steps.
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people party here with me.
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cause the party people's party
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puts the fear in me.
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let loose here with me.
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cause suits suit suits
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but the noose suits thee.
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crawling can be beautiful
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it sure beats standing still
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crawling on your hands and knees
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can be a show of will.
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who here finds this world distracting?
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who here finds this world a bore?
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who here thinks we're all play acting
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and that the show's piss poor?
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I for one am dazzled,
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I don't care if dazzled blind,
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rapt, enraptured, captured
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by every little thing I find.
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Crawling Can Be Beautiful
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Les Savy Fav |