| Where in the world did you learn this behaviour, honey?
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| Wondering Yaletown a quarter to dead
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| Dead right and if you have the money
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| There’s always a cat in a hat who can save you
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| From yourself and from the world
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| From making decisions using your head‚ head
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| Oh and what a pretty head
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| Draped in the veils and silks of the new world
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| A curling of jasmine smoke as you parade
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| Past the shuffle of desperate men on the corner
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| Singing all of this stuff in our veins is the same
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| You found you a bona fide synthesised saviour‚ honey
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| Found a vocation‚ got you a job
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| Maybe don’t write the folks, don’t write home
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| You’re as blue as the sky and as sharp as a razor
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| On the move and on the edge and on your own
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| Staring down buses protected by God
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| Draped in the veils and silks of the new world
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| A curling of jasmine smoke as you parade
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| Past the shuffle of desperate men on the corner
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| Singing all of this stuff in our veins is the same
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| Like you were dragging a stick down the railings
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| Green eyes and rubbernecks covet and crane
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| You Moses the Red Sea of men on the corner
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| Singing all of this stuff in our veins is the same
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| Are you (All of this stuff in our veins is the same)
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| Quake awake? |
| (All of this stuff in our veins is the same)
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| Are you (All of this stuff in our veins is the same)
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| Quake awake? |
| (All of this stuff in our veins is the same) |