| You can save your money
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| And your negatives
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| But spend your soul right here
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| You can leave your shoes
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| In the river bank
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| There’ll be nothing more to fear
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| You’re the cloud who rose
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| From the manhole
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| The man whose thinking aloud
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| Got in the way
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| Of the thought of it all
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| Who blends in with the crowd
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| You can laugh yourself to tears
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| If you want to my love
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| But why are you crying for dead?
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| There’ll be no point in naming
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| Comparing my love
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| Where we humans fear to tread
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| You can dram yourself to sleep
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| If you want to my love
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| But try not to wake your dad
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| Remember their names
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| And their numbers my love
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| They are losing interest
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| Quickly in your waking head
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| II
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| You’re the tire who’s retiring
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| To the rubber tree
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| Who’ll hang himself no more
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| The windows and snowmen
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| The bottles and the tears
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| Winding up on the shore
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| You can spend your time with a see monkey
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| And expect something in return
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| Maybe you go blind
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| Lose the keys to your cage
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| With some time in your pockets to burn
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| You’re the glue who’s come undone
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| Underwater
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| Made into horses again and again |
| The hydrant in the stars on fire
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| The water breathing dragon again and again
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| And again and again and
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| Again and again and
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| Again and again and |