Life inside the music box ain't easy
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The malots hit, the gears are always turning
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And everyone inside the mechanism
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Is yearning
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To get out
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And sing another melody completely
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So different from the one they're always singing
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I close my eyes and think that i have found me
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But then i feel mortality surround me
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I want to sing another melody
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So different from the one i always sing
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But when i do the dishes
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I run the water very very very hot
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And then i fill the sink to the top with bubbles of soap
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And then i set all the bottle caps i own afloat
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And it's the greatest voyage in the history of plastic
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And then i slip my hands in and start to make waves
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And then i dip my tongue in a take a taste
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It tastes like soap but it doesn't realy taste like soap
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And then i lower in my whole mouth and take a gulp
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and start to feel mortality surround me
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I close my eyes and think that i have found me
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But life inside the music box ain't easy
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The malots hit, the gears are always turning
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And every one inside the mechanism
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Is yearning to get out
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And sing another melody completely
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Is yearning to get out
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Is yearning to get out
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Is yearning to get out
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Music Box
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Regina Spektor |