| In a town, in a city, in an eyeball, on a rock
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| In a fence where a goat was alone by himself
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| There was a boy Who was there
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| A boy who built a snowman out of himself
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| I’ve been popping out of closets in robin hood suits
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| I’ve been spotted in pictures with Navy recruits
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| Look at your costume you know that it’s true
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| Any one could pop in as you
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| Try to untie your lips but they were double knotted
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| I tried to break into you brain but all the entrances were rotted
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| If the moon had minute hands it would have meant a lot
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| But God would have made the moon as a clock.
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| (strum chords)
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| Look, look, look at me doing this
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| Look, look, look at me doing that
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| Look, look, look at the way that i am bye bye bye to the crazy ones
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| bye bye bye to the crazy ones
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| bye bye bye to the crazy ones
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| Look, look, look at me doing this
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| Look, look, look at me doing that (2x)
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| Look, look, look at the way that i am
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| (under heavy feedback and distortion)
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| Look, look, look at me doing this
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| Look, look, look at me doing that
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| Look, look, look at the way that i am
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| (one strum per chord for the rest of the song)
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| But if everybody was the best
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| There would be so few of the rest
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| Oh the places where you’ve never been
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| Oh the world was just a baby then
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| A million ways you learn to cry
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| When the boy’s little waves pass you by Oh never to be there again
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| Oh the children where so old-fashioned then
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| Coffins decked out on the street
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| Who’s the stranger with the purple feet?
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| Don’t i remember him from somewhere
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| before his feet lost his hair?
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| But if everyone is coffin-bound
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| Then i’m so scared of being not around
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| I’m so scared to never make a sound
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| I’m so scared of being underground
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| Can you see me |