| Please break away
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| Afraid you’ll fray out on the game to shake change
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| They turn to graze and chase their shadows straight out of town
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| Grab a seat, here’s a retreat to reckon with — please raise your glass
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| Season’s come again. |
| At long last, I’m long lost (but it won’t last)
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| Minions cast opinions as they crowd outside my getaway
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| Hooray! |
| Toast today! |
| Begin this Social Event of the Century
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| Odd Scenery
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| Around in vain, I’ll catch my tail
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| I missed your point, but anyway…
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| Shadows in the banquet hall recall the dance that did them in
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| Shins, oh so thin. |
| Should you not feel a part of anything?
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| Are these not the colorful lives we intended them to be?
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| Freedom painted me. |
| Begin this Social Event of the Century
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| Odd Scenery
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| I’ll catch my tail. |
| Conversation failed
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| I missed your point, but anyway
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| Come again? |
| Come again
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| Social epithets fly. |
| Arms dig deep to rake this muck
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| Plague me for the fool. |
| This rendesvous must self-destruct
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| Time to clear! |
| The end is near! |
| Too late, roll in Catastrophe
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| Blame me, it’s Chaos Carnival of the Century
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| Odd Scenery
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| I’ll catch my tail. |
| Celebration failed
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| Come again. |
| Come again?
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| Water off a duck’s back (yet, your still on my lawn) |