| Lifting the mask from a local clown
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| Feeling down like him
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| Seeing the light in a station bar
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| And travelling far in sin
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| Sailing downstairs to the northern line
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| Watching the shine of the shoes
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| And hearing the trial of the people there
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| Who’s to care if they lose?
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| And take a look: you may see me on the ground
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| For I am the parasite of this town
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| Dancing a jig in a church with chimes
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| A sign of the times today
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| And hearing no bell from a steeple tall
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| People all in dismay
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| Falling so far on a silver spoon
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| Making the moon for fun
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| And changing a rope for a size too small
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| People all get hung
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| Take a look and see me coming through
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| For I am the parasite who travels two by two
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| Lifting the mask from a local clown
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| And feeling down like him
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| I’m seeing the light in a station bar
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| And travelling far in sin
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| And I’m sailing downstairs to the northern line
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| Watching the shine of the shoes
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| And hearing the trials of the people there
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| Who’s to care if they lose?
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| And take a look: you may see me on the ground
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| For I am the parasite of this town
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| And take a look: you may see me in the dirt
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| I am the parasite who hangs from your skirt
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| Mmmmm |