| I’m Mr. Fahrenheit
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| Taking my time among the delicate
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| High, screaming me, mine and I
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| So, tell me
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| Aren’t those awful big words?
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| And ain’t it such a cruel world?
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| And ain’t we just spinning tops, lost
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| So duplicitous, no, it’s never been us
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| And entitlement will cut through any semblance of trust
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| So, cut me down, light me up, man, I’m good, that’s enough
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| I can’t bear to be around for when they see what we’ve done
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| Mister, why so blue?
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| Can’t you see the children smile at you?
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| Slow down, Mister Blue
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| Why do the others laugh at you?
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| God, what have they done to you?
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| Demented delicate, a twist in the spine
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| I’ll take the dirt, take my chances with the bleach and the lime
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| It’s alright
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| Can we make all the pain go away?
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| Just make it stop
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| The tremor in my brain
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| Oh, the nerve of the world!
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| Oh, the gall and the hurt!
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| The preacher men predict the second coming, oh lord!
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| If we’re confused within an inch of our lives
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| How much longer can we take our time?
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| Mister, why so blue?
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| Can’t you see the children smile at you?
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| Slow down, Mister Blue
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| Why do the others laugh at you?
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| God, what have they done to you?
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| If I’m losing my way
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| If I’ve got nothing to gain
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| Then why should I stay in a world full of pain?
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| How much more can I take?
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| How much longer can I stay?
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| Mister, why so blue?
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| Can’t you see the children smile at you?
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| Slow down, Mister Blue
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| Why do the others laugh at you?
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| God, what have they done to you?
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| Mister, why so blue?
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| Why do the others laugh at you?
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| God, what have they done to you? |