| Jackals hide behind handsome faces
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| Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde, remind me, remind me
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| In a bedroom of a brick & stuck house
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| A girl in Seersucker pants reached for a book
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| To pass the day away
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| Not yet knowing the proper way to read
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| The girl took the tales as fact and cried all afternoon
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| After dinner and after her daily bath
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| Clean-skinned and dump-haired she lay down to bed
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| As the lights went out
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| Under an Amish quilt and inside her flannel pajamas
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| The girl wrestled with troubled thoughts
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| Troubled sleep, troubled dreams
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| The elevator opens on
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| A while frost-bitten world
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| I step out and the doors slide closed
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| Leaving me alone
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| With the only one who could hurt me
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| Jackals hide behind handsome faces
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| Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde, remind me, remind me
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| Old Giapetto sold all his winter clothes
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| To buy books for his wooden son
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| Who lied, lied through his nose
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| And when the circus wagon came rollin' through the town
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| The boy jumped aboard and left
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| Not even a note
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| In desperation over this disappearance
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| The old man with arthritic hands tore down his house
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| Plank by plank
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| And carried each one by one, down to the harbour
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| Trading his shoes for some nails and a hammer to build
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| To build himself a boat
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| The waters are wide
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| But I will find my child
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| I’ll set out into the sun
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| Until I met my end
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| In the belly of a whale
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| Jackals hide behind handsome faces
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| Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde, remind me, remind me
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| Nineteen eithy two, Mercedes Blues and the rumbling sputter
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| Of a diesel engine and the gooseflesh returns
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| Isn’t it a pity, isn’t it a shame
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| We can’t see ourselves inside this moving sedans
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| The windshield’s too busy to reflect
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| The outside looks lovely and oh so tempting
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| The light on the smokestacks and water towers beckons me
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| Beckons to me
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| So hello, my newfound friend Disaster
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| Come sit down at our round-table
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| Let us ask your advices
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| Should we bring on the accident?
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| Drive on my friends
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| There’s love beyond this bend
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| Sky’s falling doctor’s calling
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| But still it’s worth the wait
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| Time’s passed
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| Time is passing
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| And time will pass
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| Jackals hide behind handsome faces
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| Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde, remind me, remind me |