| Come on,
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| Checking out the office girls on a Friday afternoon
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| Well she’s got the shape I need for the mine to break too soon
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| It’s all dead moons and chicken bones
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| And child don’t you fear
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| You’ll be singing in a higher purpose
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| Now your super nature’s clear
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| Yeah, it all comes near
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| Well I swear I did you baby
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| Back in 49 in vain
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| When the devil lost the big war
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| But he figured out a way
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| Now I watch and make the world come
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| And in dollars due thus die
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| And I praise the day the duke of Supernature’s coming back
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| Is coming back
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| Is coming back
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| My old pal Icarus rode too close to the sun
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| And folks tend to get off sand
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| When they see how the job gets done
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| Now close your eyes, and pay no mind to the circles round your head
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| The answer to those questions
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| Is right here in my own bed
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| Yeah, oh
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| In my own bed
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| Hit it
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| Well I swear I did you baby
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| Back in 49 in vain
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| When the master lost the big one
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| But he figured out a way
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| Now I watch and make the world come
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| And in dollars due thus die
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| And I praise the day the duke of Supernature’s coming back
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| Is coming back now
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| Yeah |