| Blue you radiant blue
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| I don’t know how you can stand next to me
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| You you talk like a noose
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| And only confuse my perplexity
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| Now that I’m so sad and not quite right
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| I could dance all night
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| I could dance all night
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| Shake your rattle-snake skin
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| And become a part of society
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| Wait on down the highway
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| To see how far I’ll come a-run a-run
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| Run running
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| All that we had salvaged from the fire
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| Was a waste of time
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| (But) what a waste of time
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| Should I trust all the rust that’s on TV
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| I guess with some distaste I disagree
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| With quite a fashionable dispassion for
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| The dispossessed under-stressed
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| Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
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| And I don’t care if you don’t like it
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| Or just don’t see
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| Now that we fattened the cow
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| And set out to plow unknown enemies
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| «Wow!» |
| shouts the startled crowd
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| «How now did you see what I did see?»
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| The ravaged cabbage drifts on dark red skies
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| And it looks so nice
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| Gee it looks so nice
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| Shout just let it on out
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| Confusion becomes a philosophy
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| Down we’re reaching the town where we
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| Don’t have to stand around and look
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| Over our shoulders
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| Hell I never knew was what we made it
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| Let’s just take it slow in this home on ice |