| And it all winds up
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| Getting tired of the same thing
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| Cause it’s in need of a change
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| The face on my head
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| The hair on my hands is getting
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| Thicker
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| So i suggest we go to bed
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| And sleep until we forget
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| Until we can’t ignore
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| What’s gone on
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| And what i’ve done so far
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| Isn’t any better
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| So i might change my dress
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| And you might feel the same
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| Cause there’s pieces of me that won’t do a thing
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| And you can’t measure it all
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| Cause the smallest things
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| Are infinitely larger than you think
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| The whole things on the brink of nothing at all
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| It just doesn’t work
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| So i might change my dress
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| And you might feel the same
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| Cause there’s pieces of me that won’t do a thing
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| And my mouth changes size
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| With the size of the parks
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| Inspire confidence
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| They’re beginning to fuse
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| Reversing the poles
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| I won’t hear a word in your language
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| So i might change my dress
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| And you might feel the same
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| And i might change my dress
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| And you might feel the same
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| Cause there’s pieces of me that won’t do a thing |