| He only wants to get you out of your mind
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| Offer sweet resistance don’t be unkind
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| When I was a boy I rode on his back
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| Now I ask myself the question
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| There’s no way I’m leaving this pony ride
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| In the midday tournament
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| I should never complain again
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| Thoughts spread like vines tangled up inside
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| They all decide to find a place
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| If you can hear the circuits jam I cannot tell
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| To the top of the hill I dig in my heels
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| And I whisper gently to the lord of the fields
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| And I listen closely to the sound of the bees
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| But I fear my nature has lost me
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| Some days I’d rather be mystified
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| Than understanding part of it
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| And have you try to explain again
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| Thoughts spread like vines tangled up inside
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| They all decide to find a place
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| You can hear the circuits jam
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| I cannot tell
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| Only love
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| Is tripping you up
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| Poking your eye
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| Taking you downtown
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| What goes on
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| I’ll sing you a song
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| A face on the mirror, the mirror
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| They come from the underground
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| And deep down you know it’s true
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| You laid out the welcome mat
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| For catfish and vampire bats
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| Some days I’d rather be mystified
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| Than understanding part of it
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| And have you try to explain again
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| Thoughts spread like vines
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| Tangled up inside
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| They all decide to find a place
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| You can hear the circuits jam
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| I cannot tell |