| Did you hear the bells and whistles when they found you?
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| Haunting, melting magic in your mind.
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| And finally falling fast asleep but I knew
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| Your horoscope would never stay in time.
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| All those lips and dirty tricks you made
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| Caught suspended, diggin' up our graves,
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| We cannot control the mess we’ve made, and we like it.
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| Barnaby, we’d love to have you down!
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| Married in your mothers wedding gown.
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| It’s fortunate your fortune was erased, or misplaced;
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| Cause family matters more than missed bouquets (so they say.)
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| Built a man, built a ninety-five foot man.
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| To make the people in the light house dance.
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| Shakin' hands with the aftermath.
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| Would you break the chain and start again my darling,
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| cause you’re marching out of tune and out of time.
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| They curse you so they say it wont remind you
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| of the man we built, the man we left behind.
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| They hide like rats in the temple down from the other side,
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| Thew chew on our halos; |
| gnawing on pesticide.
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| Down to the bayou, asleep at the water wheel,
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| They stone you, they stone you, and I can’t afford to lose.
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| Built a man, built a ninety-five foot man.
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| To make the people in the light house dance.
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| Shakin' hands with the aftermath.
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| I can’t believe my mind, you’re nothing short of sanctuary.
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| But don’t you hate me when I go crazy.
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| Built a man, built a ninety-five foot man,
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| to make the people in the lighthouse mad,
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| to make the shamans in the mountain cry.
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| Oh my god, where is this heaven in this hell? |