| oh, what a noble, distinguished collection of fine little friends you have made
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| hitting the tables without you again: no we’ll wait, no we promise, we’ll wait
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| june makes these excellent sewing machines out of common industrial waste
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| she spends a few days at a time on the couch but she’s fine
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| she wears shades, she wears shades
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| but no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my babydoll
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| and you’re aces for coming along
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| you’re almost human, after all
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| and you’re learning that just 'cause they call themselves friends
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| doesn’t mean they’ll call…
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| they made the comment in jest
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| but you’ve got the needle
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| i guess that’s the point of it all
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| maybe a week in the tropics would help to remind you how nice life can be
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| we propped you right up in a chair on a deck with a beautiful view of the sea
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| but a couple weeks later we came back and you and the chair were nowhere to be
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| seen
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| you had magically moved to the closet
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| eyes fixed to the place where the dryer had been
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| oh, but no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my babydoll
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| and you’re aces for coming along
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| you’re almost human, after all
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| why on earth would i keep you propped up in here when you so love the fall???
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| the pattern’s laid out on the bed
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| with dozens of colors of thread
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| but you’ve got the needle
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| i guess that’s the point in the end
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| but it’s better to waste your day watching the scenery change at a comatose rate
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| than to put yourself in it and turn into one of those cigarette ads that you
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| hate
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| but while you were sleeping some men came around
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| said they had some dimensions to take
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| i’m not sure what they were talking about but they sure made a mess of your face
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| but still, no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my babydoll
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| and you’re aces for playing along
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| you’re almost human, even now
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| and just 'cause they call themselves experts
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| it doesn’t mean sweet fuck all…
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| they’ve got the permanent press
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| homes with a stable address
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| and they’ve got excitement
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| and life by the fistful
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| but you’ve got the needle
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| i guess that’s the point of it all |