| They all have bad accents here but they still take turns
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| Trying to articulate with their blurry words
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| They whisper and exclaim
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| Simplify and complicate
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| It always sounds strange
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| They try to say your name
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| It’s never quite the same
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| They think they’ve got it down
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| It shifts a little and they always have to sound it out
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| Don’t they feel the sequence spin, grow, and then forget?
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| Every new epiphany is just another step
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| They confuse and conflate-
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| Rebuke then relate-
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| Double down or disavow
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| Why can’t they remember now?
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| Everyone here has a bad accent, everyone does
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| You’re more or less here —
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| The substance and the superstition
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| Until the smoke clears
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| It’s hard sometimes to tell the difference
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| We try to say your name
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| It’s never quite the same
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| I think I’ve got it down
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| It shifts a little and I always have to sound it out
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| (Everyone here has a bad accent.)
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| I’m terrible with names
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| (Everyone here has a bad accent.)
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| And terrified of grey
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| (Everyone here has a bad accent.)
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| I want to know right now
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| (Everyone here has a bad accent.)
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| It’s really hard to learn
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| We’re never gonna figure you out
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| When you sing-
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| I may not know this song
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| But it rings out really lovely when I hum along
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| When you sing-
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| I cannot play the tune
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| But I guess someone here should leave their seat and dance with you
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| When you sing…
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| When you sing… |