Stella Matter, light is failing, making such a fool of thee,
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when you'd love to be someone... This is the time, I've set aside.
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From selling old rope, and tellingbad jokes, and cul de sac pride.
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I've learnt today, while falling apart, the most eloquent way,
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to speak or to pray, is straight from the heart.
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Oh but to shine like Joan of Arc, you must be prepared to burn.
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Take two kinds of look, and one wedding day, now isn't it clear,
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there's nothing they'll hear, that you'd want to say.
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Forget the style and choose from twelve notes,
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in itself it's ajoy, wether it soothes or annoys,
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a song starts in the throat.
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And if you've no new clothes to wear,
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then simply wash and com you hair.
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And little green Isaac, you're gonna walk backwards through the room,
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does that mean I won't see you?
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It means you're gonna walk backwards through the room.
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And little green Isaac, I hear you're still wet behind the ears,
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Isaacs a soft name, it sounds like a pockeful of rain.
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Well up that stairway he rose, and down that stairway he goes.
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GGGGreen Isaac GGGGreen Isaac GGGGreen Isaac.
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Green Isaac
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