| Arriving inboats, black hooded coats
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| tormenters climbed into my room
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| I crawled under my bed, covered my head
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| but they’re flushin’me out with a broom
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| the leader, she’s small, pinned my ass to the wall
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| for my seeds or she’d be losin’her past
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| time after time, she’d be readin’my mind
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| but she never got the feelin’to last
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| celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it this is the critical mass
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| so far so good, I heard the other say
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| so good so far, they’re takin’me away
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| I drink to you, your mind, her ass
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| we’ll take a drink and break the glass
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| celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it this is the critical mass
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| now the tallest of two, with a brush full of blue
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| paints surrealist scenes on the wall
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| so I tell her for fun, that it’s really well done
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| but she just ain’t listenin’at all
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| she points to my heart, tellin’me if I’m smart
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| I’ll practice and phase
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| out and admit, when the shoe doesn’t fit
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| and I went screaming out down the hall
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| need it need your love
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| just then I heard a poundin’on the door
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| we’re all here, sang the voice of twenty more
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| I drink to you alas, we’ll take a drink and break the glass
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| celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it we are the critical mass
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| time and space, is takin’me away
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| time erase, don’t know the time of day |