| The simplest story, and, if you stay home and watch this on television, uh,
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| you’ll s-, it’ll be told again and again and again and nobody, every, ever-,
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| nobody ever gets tired of this story. |
| I call it «Man in a Hole»,
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| but it needn’t be about a man in a hole. |
| Somebody gets into trouble,
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| gets out of it again
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| Ah, ha ha
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| World gettin' warmer, we goin' the other way
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| World gettin' warmer, we goin' the other way
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| World gettin' warmer, we goin' the other way
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| Colors fade and bleed, a carousel of grey
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| New Years Day in Maine, weep for a working vein
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| Wonderin' the nerve it take to lay under lurchin' waves
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| Leapin' in praise, spittle sprays
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| The preacher overstays the pulpit
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| We shoulda stayed in caves, wailin' at the sepulchers
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| The hunted draws vultures, a sea of mea culpas
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| Hollowed out the culture, crawled inside
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| Skinwalker, they cast me out the tribe
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| Inkatha Freedom Party, I caught a vibe
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| Amidst the revelry
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| Black Orpheus caught Death’s eye
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| They killed it just to see it die
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| Don’t believe they lies
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| Ivan Ilyich naggin' pain in my side
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| Laugh in yiddish
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| Think in Kitchen English
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| Grimace, hunchbacked at the chemist
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| Gregor Samsa in the bed
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| Family’s wishin' this ugly business was finished
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| But you laughin' instead
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| You got plenty of meds
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| You orderin' movies with ya spiny legs splayed
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| Antennae spread, blind eyes twistin' out ya head
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| And the smell of rotting apples
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| World gettin' warmer, we goin' the other way
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| World gettin' warmer, we goin' the other way
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| World gettin' warmer, we goin' the other way |