| Here they bring you everything
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| In plastic bags are pretty plastic dreams
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| I like the way you try to heal
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| I like the way that I can’t feel a thing
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| And the leaves change to gold
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| And the trees sway and the breeze blows
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| Friends drop by to say hello
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| To wish me well and hope I’m better soon
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| But they don’t know
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| The metal table is so cold
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| The crown comes every four
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| It’s always knocking at my door
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| And the leaves change to gold
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| And the trees sway and the breeze blows
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| And the purple flowers grow
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| And we fall down the rabbit hole
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| I think I know
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| I think I know
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| It’s all a plastic plan
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| So take the dose
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| And take it slow
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| It’s what the crown commands
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| And the leaves change to gold
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| And the trees sway and the breeze blows
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| And the purple flowers grow
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| And we fall down the rabbit hole
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| I think I know
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| I think I know
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| The guilt’s part of the plan
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| So take the dose
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| So take it slow
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| So take it while you can
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| And the leaves change to gold
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| And the trees sway and the breeze blows
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| And the purple flowers grow
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| And we fall down the rabbit hole
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| And we fall down the rabbit hole |