| Turned 'round 6 o’clock and I’m feeling sleepy
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| I don’t have to work on Saturday
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| But I do anyway
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| 'Round the corner right on up to the shop
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| I come creeping, but it don’t matter anyway
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| 'Cause I know it’s just a spell
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| And even so I feel like hell
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| You can say that it’s alright
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| But I am not that kind
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| And I can see the forest through the trees
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| I am on my knees
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| I don’t know if I am supposed to stay
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| Or I’m supposed to leave it all behind
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| The door the world outside still spins
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| Waiting there behind the door but I won’t let it in Not today, not tomorrow, not next week
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| You’re just gonna have to pay five bucks to see the geek
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| Please pay your attention right above the center ring
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| Up in the rafters, 500 feet above the crowd
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| My hair is soaked in kerosene
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| My clothes are wet with gasoline
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| You only get to see this once
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| The human torch is going down
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| Going down, going down, going down |