| Well, I don’t know why I came tonight
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| Got a feeling that something ain’t right
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| Can we just get out of here
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| On a ticket to I don’t know where
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| And they talk with their hands
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| And their heads dance
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| In the hall of the ends
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| Where they talk with their hands
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| Where do all the good people go?
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| Turn stones but they’re never there
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| I brought my camera
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| But I’m not seeing a picture
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| Just people staring in the walls
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| Staring in the walls
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| And they talk with their hands
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| And their heads dance
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| In the hall of the ends
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| In the sketches, my friends
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| And I don’t know why I came tonight
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| Got a feeling that something ain’t right
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| Let me fall, let me trance
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| When they talk with their hands
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| It’s what I’ve always wanted
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| Not gonna be so wanted
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| It’s what I’ve always wanted
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| And they talk with their hands
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| And their heads dance
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| In the hall of the ends
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| When they talk with their hands
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| And I don’t know why I came tonight
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| Got a feeling that something ain’t right
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| Let me fall, let me trance
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| When they talk with their hands |