| Albert’s always sincere, he’s a sensitive type
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| His intentions are clear, he wanna be well-liked
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| Better think of nothing, then are we anything?
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| Is it better to be better than to be anything?
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| And Albert’s vision is blooming uncontrolled
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| All his wings are slowly sinking
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| The world begins to disappear
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| The worst things come from inside here
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| All the king’s men reappear
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| For an eggman, on and off the wall
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| Who’ll never be together again
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| Einstein’s down on the beach staring into the sand
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| Cause everything he believes in is shattered
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| What you fear in the night in the day comes to call anyway-ay
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| We all get burned as:
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| One more sun comes sliding down the sky
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| One more shadow leans against the wall
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| The world begins to disappear
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| The worst things come from inside here
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| And all the king’s men reappear
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| For an eggman, on and off the wall
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| Who’ll never be together again
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| Albert’s waiting in the sun
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| On a field American
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| For the cause of some inflated form of hit and run
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| One more sun comes sliding down the sky
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| One more shadow leans against the wall
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| The world begins to disappear
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| The worst things come from inside here
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| And all the king’s men reappear
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| For an eggman, on and off the wall
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| Who’ll never be together again
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| Albert’s fallen on the sun
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| Cracked his head wide open
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| The world begins to disappear
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| The worst things come from inside here
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| And all the king’s men reappear
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| For an eggman, falling, falling
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| The world begins to disappear
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| The worst things come from inside here
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| And all the king’s men reappear
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| For an eggman, on and off the wall
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| Who’ll never be together again
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| No never be together again
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| No no never never never again, uh huh
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| What you fear in the night in the day comes to call anyway |