| I am the man from the planet Marzipan
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| Good to see you
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| My eyes are screwed up tight, unaccustomed to the light
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| And all my arms and all my legs are much too long
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| Much too long
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| My head is in a state, unaccustomed to the weight
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| I wear this mild expression, I’m an alien to aggression
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| Music only does me in my skins so thin
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| There’s so much that I can’t take in
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| There’s so much that I can’t take in
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| There’s so much that I daren’t take in
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| Can you feel through my skin to me?
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| Can you feel through my skin to me?
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| Throw a tarpaulin over me
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| I look like a rotary washing line
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| I am the face of 2069
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| I have trouble with my breathing
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| My net-curtain lungs
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| And the thoughtlessness of other people’s careless tongues
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| The air’s so thin
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| Oh my skin
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| The air’s so thin
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| Oh my skin
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| I am the man from the planet Marzipan
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| My eyes are screwed up tight, unaccustomed to the light
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| I wear this mild expression, I’m an alien to aggression
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| The air’s so thin
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| Oh my skin
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| Oh my skin.
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| I’m so close.
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| I’m so close to a breakdown
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| A constant crisis in the heart
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| What the hell is going on here?
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| Earth creatures. |
| Amazing, beautiful and mad
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| Monkeys trying to be stars
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| Monkeys carrying their Gods around
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| Lies and murder in the name of heaven
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| Seen it all before in the kindergartens of the Universe
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| It would be quaint if it wasn’t so damned scary
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| I can’t listen and I can’t watch
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| I can see inside the machine
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| I can see the join! |
| I can see the join
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| Can you feel through my skin to me?
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| Can you see through my skin?
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| It’s all here in my skin, you see
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| It’s all here in my skin
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| Here in my skin!
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| If you really look
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| It’s a nursery book |