| On the Town hall stairs
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| They’re sunbaking in pairs
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| You try not to look suspicious
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| But there’s always someone
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| Happy to remind you
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| It snuck up behind you
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| Everything slowed sown
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| And then you came undone
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| And first you hands don’t work
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| They’re babies waiting to be born
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| And then your lips don’t work
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| And someone’s leaning on your hornbr
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| I came as fast as I could
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| The street spun under my feet
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| If it doesn’t rain then it’s a beautiful fountain
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| And if you place a finger in front of your face
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| And close one eye you can block out a mountain
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| And then your mind takes flight
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| Like it received a glancing blow
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| And then your legs don’t feel right
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| You’re sprouting roots where once were toes
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| You wish to burn up the whole night
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| And wake up in the same clothes
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| All by itself magically the day begins
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| And all across the world that costs nothing
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| Past silent cars single filed up the street
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| Thought they’re all gone now they sure really took a beating
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| It could make you depressed but maybe it’s for the best
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| That all we ever came to know for real was fleeting
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| Like fire and wood
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| A hairless chest
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| Most electrical goods
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| And pop starlets
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| I’ll tear the house down board by board
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| So you might believe it yet
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| Without our help magically the day begins
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| And all across that costs nothing |