| Excuse me, sir
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| I’m lost
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| I’m looking for a place
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| Where I can get lost
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| I’m looking for a home
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| For my malfunctioning being
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| I’m looking for the mechanical music museum
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| This is a warning
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| I’ll spell it out for you
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| For you
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| This is a warning
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| I’ll spell it out for you
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| Excuse me, miss
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| I’m a dog on heat
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| I’m a complicated being
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| With love songs to eat
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| I’m a poor, starving baby
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| Who can march all night
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| I’m a mechanical music man
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| And I’m
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| Starting a fire
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| Hot Chip will break your legs
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| Snap off your head
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| Hot Chip will put you down
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| Under the ground
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| Excuse me, child
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| I am trying to see
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| All the colours of wonder your brightness can be
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| Return to nothingness enjoy
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| Just might be right
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| But prepare yourself
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| For a mechanical fright
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| This is a warning
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| I’ll spell it out for you
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| For you
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| This is a warning
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| I’ll spell it out for you
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| For you
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| Hot Chip will break your legs
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| Snap off your head
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| Hot Chip will put you down
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| Under the ground
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| Hot Chip will break your legs
|
| Snap off your head
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| Hot Chip will put you down
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| Under the ground
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| Excuse me, son
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| I’m found
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| I’m looking for a place
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| Where I was once found
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| There’s nothing in a world
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| Where the melody is broken
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| There’s always some way
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| To make a silence be spoken
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| Hot Chip will break your legs
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| Snap off your head
|
| Hot Chip will put you down
|
| Under the ground
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| Hot Chip will break your legs
|
| Snap off your head
|
| Hot Chip will put you down
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| Under the ground |