The monochrome martinet
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His texture is starch
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The song is a march
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And from the beginning
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His duende was winning
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But though he's a worthy M.C,
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He'll never be part of the three,
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Orpheum hacked
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Faustian pact
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Three might be duende, in fact.
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Necropolis blowing apart
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A ghostly sight
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Emerges bright
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Hot from the embers
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The first team member
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Is hatching a dastardly plan
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Like a bird with a dsastardly egg
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Trapped in his time
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Lost in his rhyms
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One might be duende defined.
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Apocyrphal espadrille
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The shaper of dreams
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Returns to the scene
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No diorama
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Could match his drama
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A smile that would frighten the blind
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The incubus freezes the mind
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Fooled by his charm,
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Right off the farm,
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Sound might be duende's alarm.
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Dystopia
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Smashed to bits,
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The keeper of dust,
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The builder of rust,
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When you discover
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Sleep's older brother,
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The trio is finally complete,
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The trio has just won his seat,
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Forged by their past,
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First in their class,
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Three might be duende,
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Three might be duende,
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Three might be duende at last.
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Three Might Be Duende
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| They Might Be Giants |
