| And the moment will come when composure returns
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| Put a face on the world put your back to the wall
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| And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
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| Down liberty hill where the fashion brigade
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| Look with curious eyes at your raggedy ways
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| And for once in your life you have nothing to say
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| And could this be the time when somebody will come
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| To say look at yourselfyour not much use to anyone.
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| Take a walk in the park take a valium pill
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| Read the letter you got from the memory girl
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| But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
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| Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
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| And you trusted to this and you trusted to that
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| When you saw it all come you were waving the flag
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| Of the united states of calamity hey
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| After all that you done boy and now your gonna pay.
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| In the morning you come to the ladies salon
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| To get all fitted out for the paper back throne
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| But the people are living far away from the place
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| Where you wanted to help your a bit of a waste
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| And the puzzle will laste till somebody will say
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| «there's a lot to be done while your head is still young»
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| If you put down your head leave your worries behind
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| Then the moment wil come and the memory will shine.
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| Now the trouble is over everybody got paid
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| Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
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| Then you go to the place where you’ve finally found
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| You can look at yourself sleep the clock around. |