| I was followed home by a weighing machine
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| On De Chirico Street
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| It said, «What do you know?» |
| I said, «What do you mean?»
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| On De Chirico Street
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| And the numbers turned to fingers
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| And the fingers turned to flies
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| And they buzzed around your portrait
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| I was followed home by a 73
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| On De Chirico Street
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| It was advertising you and me
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| On De Chirico Street
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| In the photograph we kissed
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| The conductor’s name was Milo
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| As the bus went past, he hissed
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| «Fleshhead!»
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| A hyena sprang, she was on all fours
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| On De Chirico Street
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| And her outline showed through a strip of gauze
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| On De Chirico Street
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| If you meet me by the clock
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| I can kiss you through the window
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| 'Cause you love that sudden shock
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| Don’t moralize
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| Get on with it
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| You can go
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| Now you’ve discharged all your responsibilties
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| N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-now now now
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| On De Chirico Street
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| Ah… ah…
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| As the sundial fell, it was oh so black
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| On De Chirico Street
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| And the lizard’s tail slithered in the crack
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| On De Chirico Street
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| And the pale yellow globes
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| Flickered softly through the window
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| As you paced the night with strobes
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| It’s the darkest dream in the whole wide world
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| On De Chirico Street
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| It’s a bat, it’s a bat, it’s a bat, it’s a girl
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| On De Chirico Street
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| In my pocket, nightmares dress
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| I said, «Jasper, this one’s evil!»
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| But I love my lioness… My lioness! |