Does it feel like religion
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Does it crush your old ideas?
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Well fold me in paper
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I've got some here
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And show me the warrant
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To which I will attest
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put me in handcuffs I'll give it a rest
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The light through he windows
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Casts doubt on the mermaids
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And they sing at the bottom of the sea
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You've run out of business
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In light of what you want
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You've come wielding plastic
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And gone straight to the front
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You've rejigged and counted, it's a mountain not too much
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I'll give you my credence if that's not enough
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The light through he window
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Casts down on the mermaids
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And they sink to the bottom of the sea
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You're reading the letters that no-one ever wrote
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I'm moving through something
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I travel in hope
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So read me the warrant, to which i will attest
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Put me in handcuffs ill give it a rest
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The light through he window
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Casts down on the mermaids
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Mermaids
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I Am Kloot |