| Just now I see it so clear
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| Total shift in the unconscious
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| When at the start it seems like fates
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| Have set it up like so much magic
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| Just a ruse to get you in there
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| Seems like a spell
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| And all they talk as if it’s come to fill those spaces
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| Only you can fill those spaces
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| So when the party goes
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| It breaks a brittle back
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| They back, they back
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| And they keep on rubbing in
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| How a proper chest is clean
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| That ain’t it
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| If it comes to fill those spaces
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| Only you can fill those spaces
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| So when the party goes
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| It breaks a brittle back
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| They back, they back
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| And they keep on rubbing in
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| How a proper chest is clean
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| That ain’t it
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| Touch a hand, that ain’t it
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| With a wig on that ain’t it
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| It’s a promise from some lips
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| When you touch a hand, that ain’t it
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| With a wig on, that ain’t it
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| Making noise not making songs
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| When you touch a hand, that ain’t it
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| With a wig on, that ain’t it
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| It might seem they making songs
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| Now they really making noise
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| Total shift in the unconscious
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| You’ll trip up again
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| You’ll trip up again
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| Go get up again |