| I was a member of a succescful society
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| There was a sucesfull someone inside of me
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| But then it turned around
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| And inside out and upside down
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| They trapped an wrapped and packed
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| Me shifty out of town
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| Crawling can be beautiful
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| It sure beats standing still
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| Crawling on your hands and knees
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| Takes self-control and skill
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| Can we declare, though scared
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| This room to be a sovereign state
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| Where citizens share skins
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| And sins and copulate
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| 'cause if we can I think we should
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| And shouldn’t waste a breath
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| A baby place is faced
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| With settling on baby steps
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| People party here with me
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| Cause the party people’s party
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| Puts the fear in me
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| Let loose here with me
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| Cause suits suit suits
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| But the noose suits thee
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| Crawling can be beautiful
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| It sure beats standing still
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| Crawling on your hands and knees
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| Can be a show of will
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| Who here finds this world distracting?
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| Who here finds this world a bore?
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| Who here thinks we’re all play acting
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| And that the show’s piss poor?
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| I for one am dazzled
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| I don’t care if dazzled blind
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| Rapt, enraptured, captured
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| By every little thing I find |