| I’m opening a new franchise with my baby from the orchid.
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| An opportunist, I pounce on chance, one for ladies, I long for romance.
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| Our Marriage.
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| Equations group and align, sentences find rhyme, watches and clocks spiral
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| backward in time.
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| Long dormant loves arise, old flames re-ignite and feuding divorcees offer
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| respite.
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| Now the meaning of life is irrelevant.
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| No, the meaning of life is a lost concept.
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| Another siren swirling, trembling skyscrapers, ambulances, police car chases.
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| I’m opening a new franchise, with my baby our new franchise.
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| Another siren swirling and the pitch lifting, it calls over and out,
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| cries over and out to bothered teenage mothers grabbing at their children,
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| it calls over and out, cries over and out —
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| 'Don't be afraid, we’re on our way; |
| Hell, we are on our way, don’t go
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| forgetting how to fly. |
| Hear me now tonight someone, hear me now tonight — If I
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| get the chance to walk again, I’ll get out while the going’s good.' |