| A short delay, the parrot blues
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| Little voices mimic you
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| It’s not so hard to make that sound
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| So watch your back, the Ides of March
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| Cut your hair like Joan of Arc
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| Disguise your will, they’ll find you out
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| And when they do
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| Look out
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| There’s money-lenders inside the temple
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| That circus tiger’s gonna break your heart
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| Something so wild turned into paper
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| If I loved you, well that’s my fault
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| A bitch in heat, the alpha male
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| Not something she’d ever tell
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| Except when she got deathly high
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| And out it came like summer rain
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| It washed the cars and everything
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| Felt clean for just a little while
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| A telethon
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| We drunk dialed
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| Those starving children they ain’t got no mother
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| There’s pink flamingos living in the mall
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| I’d give a fortune to your infomercial
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| If somebody would just take my call
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| Take my call
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| Take my call
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| Hello
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| Patterns in my mind now moving slow
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| Sorrow all across the surface rolls
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| Smoothing out the edges of the stone
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| The lights are out. |
| Where’d everybody go?
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| Alone
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| Erase yourself and you’ll be free
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| Mandala destroyed by the sea
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| All we are is colored sand
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| So pay to ride the ferris wheel
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| Smile, all that you can feel
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| Is gratitude for what has been
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| 'Cause it did not
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| Happen
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| There’s money-lenders inside the temple
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| That circus tiger’s gonna break my heart
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| Something so wild turned into paper
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| If you love me, then that’s your fault
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| There’s money-lenders inside the temple
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| This crystal city’s gonna fall apart
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| When all their power turns into vapor
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| If I miss you, well that’s my fault
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| That’s my fault
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| That’s my fault |