| As I was climbing on the stairs
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| The stairs climbed me all unawares
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| When language stops dividing me
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| The horse I ride is riding me
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| And now my house is living in me
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| And now my food is eating me
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| Your language is mistaking me
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| But I’m so woke it’s waking me
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| And now my confusion is a kind of clarity
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| I won’t let your languaging get the better of me
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| There goes the fool on top of it all
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| Later he’ll befall a fall
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| Clever people stay down low
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| Where there’s no place lower to go
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| As I was climbing on the stairs
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| The stairs climbed me all unawares
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| The jokes you make keep laughing at me
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| The things you break keep breaking me
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| Structures all around us have their uses all implied
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| But I won’t let that escalator take me for a ride
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| The things I own are owning me
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| And now this song is singing me
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| Why, when no-one's making me
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| Something is mistaking me
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| And now my confusion is a kind of clarity
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| But I won’t let that escalator escalate me
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| Structures all around us have their uses all implied
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| But I won’t let your languaging take me for a ride |