| I’m going to repossess my body from the demon’s, exercise my soul
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| Going to change those clothes in my wardrobe, they ain’t going to fit me any
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| more
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| Feel like a big beached whale stranded on the shore, waiting for that tide to
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| roll right in
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| I spend a long time, baby, gazing in the mirror, searching for the thin man
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| within
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| If I could downsize, baby, might have left things too late
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| There’s one thing certain, little darling, I got too much on my plate
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| I’m going to lock that door on my old refrigerator, the biscuit jar’s just got
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| to go
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| If you give me time to get myself in line, back to the man you used to know
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| If I could downsize, baby, might have left things too late
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| There’s one thing certain, little darling, I got too much on my plate
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| I’m going to lock that door on my old refrigerator, the biscuit jar’s just got
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| to go
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| If you give me time to get myself in line, back to the man you used to know
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| If you give me time to get myself in line, back to the man you used to know |