| If you come to find me affable
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| And build a replica for me
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| Would the idea to you be laughable
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| Of a pale facsimile
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| So when you come to burn an effigy
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| It should keep the flies away
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| When you learn to burn this effigy
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| It should be
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| For the hours that slip away, slip away
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| It could be you, it could be me
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| Working the door, drinking for free
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| Carrying on with your conspiracies
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| Filling the room with a sense of unease
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| Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone
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| Like the words of a man who’s spent a little too much time alone
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| When one has spent too much time alone…
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| So if you come to burn my effigy
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| It should keep the flies away
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| When you learn to burn an effigy it should be
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| Of a man whose lost his way, slips away
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| It could be you, it could be me
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| Working the door, drinking for free
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| Carrying on with your conspiracies
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| Filling the room with a sense of unease
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| Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone
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| Like the words of a man who’s spent a little too much time alone
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| When one has spent too much time alone… |