| When the fever burns your brain
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| When your heart has got a name
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| And you long for generous days
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| You want a spring in your walk and a smile on your face.
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| Another day inside the pearl
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| You could have screamed; |
| leaving this world
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| You laugh’n’joke without a care
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| And bear a depression you can see from the air.
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| Ride the tail of rhyme
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| Break the legs of time
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| — Snap it’s spine.
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| As a statue wearing complicated clothes
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| A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes
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| At my feet there’s a plate I haven’t read.
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| Apart from that — then I’ll be reconstrucdead
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| A tambourine rings in my blood
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| The circus' rolling’n’the cage is locked.
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| So where’s the light — a match that flares
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| — The pot at the end of the rainbow’s where
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| Pick your nose as you pick your friends
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| Or spend a life in fear of the end
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| To tell a nodding shrink won’t help
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| — So I say to myself: Hey, get a hold on yourself!
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| Ride the tail of rhyme
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| Break the legs of time
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| — Snap it’s spine.
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| As a statue wearing complicated clothes
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| A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes
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| At my feet there’s a plate I haven’t read.
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| Apart from that — then I’ll be reconstrucdead, reconstrucdead.
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| My eyes are blind My mind is numb
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| But my ears begin to hear — to hear the growing hum
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| Like a statue, jealous of the rush hour
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| I’m reconstrucdead like a monument, a monument to power
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| As a statue wearing complicated clothes
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| Standing high up as a tower now, but still the cracks will — yeah
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| The cracks will show
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| A lifetime of frustration — the things that I can’t get
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| Apart from that — then I’ll be reconstrucdead
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| Reconstrucdead Reconstrucdead Reconstrucdead |