When the fields are cracked and dry
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and all the crops are dead
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Don't tell me that it's raining,when you're peeing on my head
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I've got reliable sources giving me a clue
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They're the tired horses that are dragging you
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Found your hand in my pocket and an ear in my mail
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You're the worm in silk clothing that ate his own tail
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Saw you out last night sunglasses in a bar
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Everybody knows. . .
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With your Ringling Brothers make-up on your trapeze
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Everybody's scratching from your circus fleas
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Found your hand in my pocket and an ear in my mail
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You're the worm in silk clothing that ate his own tail
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And I can't ignore you
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I'm getting happy for you
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You took my breath away now
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I want it back
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Don't say I'm in the red when I'm in the black
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And if I can't ignore you
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I'm getting happy for you
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Cut Me Loose, Napoleon
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