| Two mice I saw one drowned in butter
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| 'cause neither he’s wise nor he’s wiser
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| Two mice I saw one drowned in butter
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| 'cause neither he’s wise nor his parents
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| Two eyes I shut see
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| You closer
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| Why did you bath in muddy waters
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| Inside I feel you’re my disposer
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| Outside there is nothing to hide from but you
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| Wake up.
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| Why are you so predictable?
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| Beautiful morning…
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| Sounds like our minds can be so invincible
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| Follow the warning sign
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| It could be mine,
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| It could be mine
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| Tonight I died of my reflection
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| I suddenly fell into milk and been kicking and screaming
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| To die the bowl of my projection
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| So guess what a mouse I had turned out to be…
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| And I’m drowning
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| And I’m drowning
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| And I’m drowning
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| And I’m drowning
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| And I’m drowning
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| Wake up.
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| Why are you so predictable?
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| Beautiful morning…
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| Sounds like our minds can be so invincible
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| Follow the warning sign
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| It could be mine,
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| It could be mine
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| And I die for deserving a swim through your river
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| I’m calling the ghosts of the certain deceiver and I’m,
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| burning the hay oh I will find the needle.
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| I drown in the water the water is me but I know that I’m eager to choke the results
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| of particular cravings, of hunger, of thirst, of bulimic embraces
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| oh, comfort my tongue,
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| while they dress and uncover and write you a song for them,
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| I will not sigh and I will not enchant you,
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| You’ve covered me blind for translations to hide to arise you
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| I run from the shadow,
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| The shadow is mine to despise you.
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| We’re running out of time. |