| Mary the Gypsy she has her hand on the phone
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| Waitin' for three days 'til the crashin' of Rome
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| She calls to tell them, «You better not stand alone
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| 'cause brother’s comin', we need to send him back home»
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| Angel of the sea didn’t want him to go
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| He’s sick and in need, how to bring him around
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| There’s no surprise here, we know how this plays out
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| For life is all a scene
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| While we all play along
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| The characters we meet
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| They clash, love, and unfold
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| It’s time we pull the cord
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| Let the flood come in and take us to the sun
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| The bike king of Raynes Park waves his scepter around
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| His staff protects us from all the corporate clowns
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| Goal is to derail all of humanity
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| To confuse and box in the many millions like me
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| He charges into the very core of the crown
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| Steps in to reveal the very natural sound
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| Emerge triumphant, banish the foes from this town
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| In time to turn it, bring it all back around
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| For life is all a scene
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| While we all play along
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| The characters we meet
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| They clash, love, and unfold
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| It’s time we pull the cord
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| Let the flood come in and take us to the sun
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| Mary and the bike king took their place in the stars
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| Looking down the back streets to see the boys in the bars
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| Watching all the humans try to figure it out |