| He’s no disciple to the times
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| He feeds on other people’s minds
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| He’s an alien to himself
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| He’s imprisoned by his youth
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| He’s a master of deception
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| And he never sees the truth
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| You’d better watch what you do
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| Watch what you say
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| Once bitten by desire
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| It’s hard to shake the craving for the crazy ones
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| (For the crazy ones)
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| More suited to a circus than a city life
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| And he needs to make the money
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| For that stuff that makes him feel nice
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| And he trips around the town
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| And he’s mentally crazed
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| He’s a disembodied clown
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| With a mask upon his face
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| You’d better watch what you do
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| Watch what you say
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| Once bitten by desire
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| It’s hard to shake the craving for the crazy ones
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| (For the crazy ones)
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| And when he smiles it’s like a stain
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| His desire’s like a vacuum
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| And he wallows in my pain
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| And he thinks that I’m a loser
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| And he could be right again
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| Once bitten by desire
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| It’s hard to shake the craving
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| For the crazy ones
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| You’d better watch what you do
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| Watch what you say
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| Once bitten by desire
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| It’s hard to shake the craving
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| So watch what you do
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| Watch what you say
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| Once bitten by desire
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| It’s hard to shake the craving for the crazy ones
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| (For the crazy ones)
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| Crazy ones
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| (For the crazy ones)
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| (For the crazy ones)
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| (For the crazy ones)
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| (For the crazy ones) |