| An earwig crawled into my ear
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| Made a meal of the wax and hairs
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| Phoned friends, had an insect party
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| But all I could hear was the bass drum drum
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| All I could hear was the bass drum drum
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| Now if you put your ear close youll be able to hear
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| Not the sea shore noise of the shore sea shell
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| The clatter of plates
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| And the bronze of the bell
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| Going ding dong, ding dong, ding dong dong
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| Going out of my mind as they hollow my head
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| Im floating in the air, but my bodys in bed
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| The more they eat, the more I see
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| What is not, but just could be You can hear them laughing in my head
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| You can hear them laughing in my head
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| Ha ha ha ha ha Now theyve eaten my memory, I cant recall
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| How the world used to be before
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| So a vision is the same as what is real
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| Depends upon the lighting, and how I feel
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| Ding dong, drum drum, ha ha ha ha ha And then the music stopped
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| The musician went away
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| Theyd eaten all my brain
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| The red and the grey
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| They all stack at home
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| Dug a tongue through my nose
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| Where my brain used to be Now theres only a hole |