| The midnight oyster bellies bug you
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| From inside you want to scream
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| The comic cut is your arrival
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| Your reflections are obscene
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| Well you’re looking for another end
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| Doing time
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| But you still can’t turn away
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| Well you’re looking for a real friend
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| Any kind
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| That wants to play the games you play
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| On this side of paradise
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| You’re never going to go through twice
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| Stay tuned at any price
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| To this side of paradise
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| Cylinder dreams passing in stages
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| Lethargic grins left to bare
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| Broadway windows cubical cages
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| Where escape is fairly rare
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| Well you’re looking for another end
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| Any Time
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| But you still can’t turn away
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| Well you’re looking for a real friend
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| Any kind
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| That wants to play the games you play
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| On this side of paradise
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| You’re never going to go through twice
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| Stay tuned at any price
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| To this side of paradise
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| You’ve got to keep yourself well amused
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| Pay no attention to the faulty news
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| Set yourself on automatic cruise
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| Sometimes you just got to lose
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| On this side of paradise
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| You’re never going to go through twice
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| Stay tuned at any price
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| To this side of paradise
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| On this side of paradise
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| On this side of paradise |