| I have entered a shiny new realm
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| A very different and very spoiled world
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| It’s with great pleasure I introduce myself
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| To call and thank you for such delicious pie
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| The irony’s sweet, the bird is paralyzed
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| With one good finger you try me on for size
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| It’s hard to imagine that you just want to leave
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| With yellow photos, pocket-sized
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| Revealing mobility, your psychedelic eye
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| Spontaneous and violent but private to the mind
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| With nowhere left to go
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| Pass the word, the chicks are back
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| The chicks are back, yeah, the chicks are back
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| Pass the word, the chicks are back
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| The chicks are back, yeah, the chicks are back
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| The chandelier is spinning and shaking
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| The fireball is already waking
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| Revealing mobility, your psychedelic eye
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| Spontaneous and violent but private to the mind
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| With nowhere left to go
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| Pass the word, the chicks are back
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| The chicks are back, yeah, the chicks are back
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| Pass the word, the chicks are back
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| The chicks are back, yeah, the chicks are back
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| Pass the word, the chicks are back
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| The chicks are back, yeah, the chicks are back
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| Pass the word, the chicks are back
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| The chicks are back, yeah, the chicks are back
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| Pass the word, the chicks are back
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| The chicks are back, yeah, the chicks are back |