| Fiendish wonder in a carnival’s wake
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| Dull caresses once again irritate
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| Tread softly, stranger
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| Move over toward the danger that you seek
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| You think excitement has receded then the mirror distracts
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| The logic of the trance quickly reaches and grasps
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| Handsome and faceless
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| And weightless, your imagination runs
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| And now it’s no one’s fault but yours
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| At the foot of the house of cards
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| You thought you’d never get obsessed
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| You thought the wolves would be impressed
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| And you’re a sinking stone
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| But you know what it’s like to hold the jeweller’s hands
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| That procession of pioneers all drowned
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| In the moonlight they’re more thrilling, those things that he knows
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| As he leads you through the grinning bubble blowers in the snow
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| Watching his exit
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| Was like falling off the ferry in the night
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| The inevitables gather to push you around
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| Any other voice makes such a punishing sound
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| He became laughter’s assassin
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| Shortly after he showed you what it was
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| And now it’s no one’s fault but yours
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| At the foot of the house of cards
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| You thought you’d never get obsessed
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| You thought the wolves would be impressed
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| And you’re a sinking stone
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| But you know what it’s like to hold the jeweller’s hands
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| That procession of pioneers all drowned
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| If you’ve a lesson to teach me
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| I’m listening, ready to learn
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| There’s no one here to police me
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| I’m sinking in until the return
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| If you’ve a lesson to teach
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| Please don’t deviate, don’t be afraid
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| Without the last corner piece, I can’t calibrate
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| Let’s get it ingrained
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| If you’ve a lesson to teach me
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| I’m listening, ready to learn
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| There’s no one here to police me
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| I’m sinking in until the return
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| If you’ve a lesson to teach
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| Please don’t deviate, don’t be afraid
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| Without the last corner piece, I can’t calibrate
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| Let’s get it ingrained
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| If you’ve a lesson to teach me
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| I’m listening, ready to learn
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| There’s no one here to police me
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| I’m sinking in until the return
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| If you’ve a lesson to teach
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| Please don’t deviate, don’t be afraid
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| Without the last corner piece, I can’t calibrate
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| Let’s get it ingrained |