| Mimicry’s the most ulcerous form of mockery
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| It rewards me handsomely
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| Don’t kill the mockingbird
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| Two teaspoons of the old elixir!
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| Magpie looks in the mirror
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| The external world seems to disappear
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| What, exactly, do you see in there?
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| Four teaspoons of the old elixir!
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| Drunken birds falling off the balcony
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| You got to flap them wings
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| Learning how to teach your parrot to speak…
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| A couple more drinks, hear the jailbird sing
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| How a lifetime cooped up has left him cagey
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| Repeat after me: I need to delete all history
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| Some things are best left repressed
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| Albatross necktie looks so dignified
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| But you got to loosen it up
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| Eight teaspoons of the old elixir!
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| Drunken birds weaving through sycamores…
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| How to teach your parrot to speak…
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| A couple more drinks, hear the jailbird sing
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| How a lifetime cooped up has left him cagey
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| Cagey!
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| I need to delete all history
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| Sixteen spoons of the old elixir
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| Thirty-two spoons of the old elixir
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| Sixty-four spoons of the old elixir
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| Night, night! |