| Come on now, the curtain is drawn
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| And tomorrow stands before you
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| Dressed and draped in a coal black cape
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| Like a crow, he ignores you
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| Look again, there’s a beautiful girl
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| Covered cinnamon a Holy land smile
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| It’s the great disappearing act
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| Done once again for tomorrow
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| As we’re chasing our tails
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| Biting our nails
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| So strong and frail
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| And we build and tear down
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| Build and tear down
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| Build and tear down
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| We’ve run out of time to say
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| How did it get so late
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| I’ll never know
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| Step outside, now the door’s open wide
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| And the minons are eager to find him
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| Put a million miles under your heels
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| And you’re still behind him
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| Cover your clocks with your chains and your locks
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| While the seasons get hotter and colder
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| Stretch your faces and lie about your ages
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| And still we’re gonna get older
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| As we’re chasing our tails
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| Biting our nails
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| So strong and frail
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| Hang onto your fingers
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| Making your hands unwind
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| He will escape you every time
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| From under your pillows
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| Through open windows and lie in open willows
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| I’ll never know
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| I’ll never know |