| Bartholemew bring me a fork
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| There’s a Minstrel Parade on TV
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| Let the lights glow, an excellent reason
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| To stay home tonight
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| Oh, the old men wave their canes
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| They have yesterday’s brains
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| And their worlds stop turning on sundays
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| The young lives are clipped
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| And smudged on the rocks
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| Distorted and forgotten
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| Quietly she enters the room
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| But we can’t talk, we can not be seen
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| Returning her new pair of jeans
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| Just to stay home tonight
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| Oh, the mirror always shows
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| There’s a stranger in my clothes
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| Standing on the third rail
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| Lost at sea, searching for me
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| And we don’t know how to sail
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| So if you go to guitar the store
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| You will see me again holding the door
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| It’s an excellent night to sleep on the floor
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| If you stay home tonight
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| Oh, I saw you before in the guitar store
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| I was lonely, lazy and useless
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| And Bartholemew moans to the counterfeit clones
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| When he feels like he’s not a human |