| The mallets hit the gears are always turning
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| And everyone inside the mechanism
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| Is yearning
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| To get out
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| And sing another melody completely
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| So different from the one they’re always singing
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| I close my eyes and think that I have found me
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| But then I feel mortality surround me
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| I want to sing another melody
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| So different from the one I always sing
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| …but when I do the dishes…
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| I run the water very very very hot
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| And then I fill the sink to the top with bubbles of soap
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| And then I set all the bottle caps I own afloat
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| And it’s the greatest voyage in the history of plastic
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| And then I slip my hands in and start to make waves
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| And then I dip my tongue in and take a taste
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| It tastes like soap but it doesn’t really taste like soap
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| And then I lower in my whole mouth and take a gulp
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| …and start to…
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| Feel mortality surround me
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| I close my eyes and think that I have found me
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| But life inside the music box ain’t easy
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| The mallets hit the gears are always turning
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| And everyone inside the mechanism
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| Is yearning to get out… |