| My bellybutton came untied
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| The elevator turned to stone
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| I ran with waving arms
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| Then I lifted off the ground
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| I took a pill I shouldn’t have
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| I’m not so sorry that I did
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| 'Cause I can’t wait to slip out where
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| I’m lost and can’t be found
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| Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
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| I see my mother, she is young
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| She doesn’t know it’s me I guess
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| We talk about the planets
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| Then run wildly down the street
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| The circles and the squares
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| Are shaking one another’s hands
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| And I’m about to get on stage
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| But I’m too naked for to sing
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| Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
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| Oh is this a bad dream?
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| Or the best dream that I’ve ever had?
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| And oh what is waiting, beyond the mirror
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| Beyond the curtain
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| Beyond what fades into the black?
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| I’m floating in a snow globe
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| Being tossed around like glitter
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| And I think I’m being shot at
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| So I swing and swing in vain
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| Apostrophes and commas
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| They are doing all that they do
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| Trying to reconcile some truth
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| In an atmosphere insane
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| Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba |