| Hey Rabbit, you’ve had it
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| Your fingers are in the coin disposal
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| Hey Worm, you’re tunneling out
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| You would not listen to their proposal
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| The springs in the mattress
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| Will never reveal how I entered
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| In a hospital ward across a billboard
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| The girl who collects shells has gone back to the coast
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| Hearing voices in car parks
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| Pull a diamond from your sleeve
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| Hey Badger, you’re punched out
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| Your mouth is around an aerosol can
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| Well they want you to sink
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| But you stood up and swam
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| Ideas are like sparrows
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| They dart down the hall, the chimney, and out of the spout
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| Down a worm hole and back out my mouth
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| The girl who collects shells has gone back to the coast
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| Hearing voices in car parks
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| Pull a diamond from your sleeve
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| No one these days says thank you
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| When you open doors for them anymore
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| Well I made you rich and you made me poor |