| I’m sitting on the ventriloquist lip
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| Allowing his hand so maybe shouldn’t be
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| My disgraceful quest for immortality
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| An adventure in the air, ship inflated by my ego
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| Behind my bookcase I’m stitching up freaks in my secret laboratory
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| It’s up and my sex is not on fire
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| But if beauty is truth that makes you a lion
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| The lions are out on prowl
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| So lions are to you for now
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| Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah
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| Cross just in case skeletons dancing up on xylophone
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| will feast upon the
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| We writing on the walls and it says..
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| On this side of the mirror so go fetch me some
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| They need a volunteer
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| Is they and I’m so sitting on
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| My disgraceful quest for immortality
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| My disgraceful quest for immortality
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| The lions are out on prowl
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| So lions are to you for now
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| And I was raised by wild wolves
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| And the brutes of wilderness
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| And I take you for a fool
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| If you help me out of this
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| Cross just in case skeletons dancing up on xylophone
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| will feast upon the
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| Lions, lions
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| Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah
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| Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah. |