| Mr. Mesmer counts to three and the evening’s done
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| I was high as a sunrise
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| Cold as a loaded gun
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| Tugging at my shirt she screams like a banshee
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| I`ll hunt him down like a dog
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| I know where he works where he lives and the stories he’s sold
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| Poor mans excuse for right
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| And a whole lot of people know where he stayed last night
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| So now you live within a dream
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| That no one ever will believe
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| Don’t wake up the neighbours when
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| In the darkness I fulfill you
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| The last of many men
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| Can’t you see that I am golden
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| And I’m going on my own
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| Trying to make a little sense of what I’m doing here as I juggle the sideshow
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| Fell down on your knees by the virgin where you got your fortune told
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| By the old man in Singapore now wasn’t that real close
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| Had a handful of glitter
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| You’ll find everything he said
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| And I know you had to go
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| And I miss the belief of her
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| We learn to cry at birth
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| We’re all sitcom infants
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| With some god that must hate us
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| Check mate stranger the virgin’s falling out of the sky
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| And you’re moving like a little bunny in a black & white cartoon
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| I’m howling with my demons, they’re candy apple red
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| Can’t you hear the thunder rolling down
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| Can’t you feel the thunder rolling down
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| As you stagger home
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| No one’s mad enough to see
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| That it’s winter in July
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| I got an animal in me
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| And the scream is always wild
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| Dont wake up the neighbours when
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| In the darkness I fulfill you
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| The last of many men
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| Can’t you see that I am golden |