And I'll trip a light fandango
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My legs are sheer elastic
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It's how you envelope me
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I'm like a corpse in plastic
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You find while at a picnic
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When you're just there to kick it
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Now you have to call the police
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And report somethin' wicked
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And the scene, it turns so grisly
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And the children, they are crying
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You hand them black umbrellas
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Tell 'em that the world is dying
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It's how you hide your cards
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It's how you dress your scars
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And let them breathe free
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Life,
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Fantastic...
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Life,
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So tragic...
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Life,
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Fantastic...
|
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And I'll trip a light fandango
|
I'll dangle from your elbow
|
It's how you envelope me
|
Between chaos and beauty
|
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It's like you're at a picnic
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And the wind, it turns so wicked
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But you cannot call the police
|
And report what is happening
|
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And the scene, it turns so gnarly
|
And your mother, she is crying
|
You take her in your arms
|
Tell her that the world is dying
|
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Ooh...
|
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Life,
|
Fantastic...
|
Life,
|
So tragic...
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Life,
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Fantastic.
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Life Fantastic
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| Man Man |
