| There’s a hole in my hat,
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| shows a near miss grazing my scalp,
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| and my hand are the only injuries
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| I’ll stand if I can
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| When I fall forget me
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| Will you respond if I float in?
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| Yes, welcome me back with a marching band
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| There’s a hole in the ozone,
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| So life’s worth giving up and when I do, now, won’t you please forgive me
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| It’s not that I’ve lost
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| 'Cause in a way, well, I’ve been winning.
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| Will you respond if I limp in?
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| Welcome me back with a marching band.
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| There’s part of you that can’t help but to see right through this part of me,
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| and so when I go around round and I hit the town,
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| and when I can’t be found, then you wait for sounds.
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| Well it’s over you, you’re under me, and if it’s the way it should be then I
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| won’t bother
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| Your point of view is the point in me
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| So when you hear a loud sound it means I’m back from town
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| Now all this night is on my side.
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| Ooh like a sitting duck, floating like a swan then flying like a dove
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| Ooh, la, like a sitting duck,
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| floating like a swan and it’s all afterthought.
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| There’s a toll at the bridge
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| If I pay I’m giving in
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| and if I don’t then I could always swim it
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| With wings I could fly and avoid the risk of sinking
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| Will you respond if I float in?
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| By now I’ve forgotten how to use my fins
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| There’s a part of you that can’t help but to see right through this part of me
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| And so when I go around round and I hit the town
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| and when I cant be found found then you wait for sounds
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| Well it’s over you, you’re under me, and if it’s the way it should be then I
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| won’t bother
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| Your point of view is the point of me died
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| And when you hear a loud sound that means I’m back from town now
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| I rarely get to feel, you know, I hardly ever feel in place
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| Like a sitting duck, floating like a swan then flying like a dove.
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| Ooh, la la, it’s my faulty love
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| In the corner like a dunce it’s all self conscious thought |