| I regretfully withdraw my offer to try to improve myself
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| I sincerely believe the results would be a disaster
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| I held the chisel against my cheekbone
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| And I beheld the face of my true master
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| You’ve gotta love the house you’re in
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| You’ve gotta love the house you’re in
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| Sat out on the balcony doing blow, playing chess by myself
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| There is a pseudo-intellectual in me
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| Oh, but luckily there’s something else
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| A frog with its tongue stuck to the inside of my chest
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| A crow that keeps banging up against the glass
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| A well-intentioned demon somewhere within
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| Maybe the last one’s not so bad, maybe the last one’s the main attraction
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| But you’ve gotta love the house you’re in
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| You’ve gotta love the house you’re in
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| 'cause someone keeps writing your name all over the walls
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| Someone keeps writing your name all over the walls, ba-da-da-da
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| I would like to be more for you than just a ghost lighting up in the courtyard
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| Sometimes I am an actual man standing perfectly still in the dark
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| Starless future, folklore past
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| So leave the shade halfway open
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| Leave the shade halfway drawn
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| I am writing a line for the stars
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| Happiness is waiting for you to fall |