| You treat mistakes like a museum
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| You always stand there looking parched
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| There’s not some tapestry of reason
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| There is no fabric made of stars
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| So early on a Thursday I sat with a baby
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| He told me what’s happening lately
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| A fictitious account of riddles and clues
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| The devil said dance with my daughter
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| I said I’d consider the offer
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| If when I die I can wear your cloven shoes
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| How are you surprised
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| That the bluest sky loses hue at night?
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| I’m a human fly, I’m a human fly
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| I’m a human fly, I’m a human fly
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| I’m a human fly
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| How are you surprised
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| That the bluest sky loses hue at night?
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| I’m a human fly, I’m a human fly
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| I’m a human fly, I’m a human fly
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| I’m a human fly
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| How are you surprised
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| That the bluest sky loses hue at night?
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| I’m a human fly, I’m a human fly
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| I’m a human fly, I’m a human fly
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| I’m a human fly |