| Dinosaur egg, oh, dinosaur egg
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| When will you hatch?
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| 'Cause I got a million people coming on Friday
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| And they except to see a dinosaur not an egg
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| Robot slave, oh, robot slave
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| When will you spring to life?
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| 'Cause I got a million people coming on Friday
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| And I don’t except to serve them drinks myself, myself
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| My own reflection, oh, my own reflection
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| Do you think anybody else
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| Thinks you’re quite as handsome as I do
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| Probably not 'cause they’re not me and I am biased
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| Solitude, sweet solitude
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| When will you, when will you disappear
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| 'Cause you’re an acceptable guest sometimes
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| But you’ll not be a long term friend of mine
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| My solar buddy, oh, my solar buddy
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| When will I join you out of this flesh
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| 'Cause I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
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| And I much rather be a golden ball of light but still I’m sick
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| Tortured spirit, oh, tortured spirit
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| When, will you appear?
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| 'Cause I got a million people coming on Friday
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| And I don’t wanna have to scare the shit out of them myself
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| Tortured spirit, oh, tortured spirit
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| When, will you appear?
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| 'Cause I got a million people coming on Friday
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| And I don’t wanna have to scare the shit out of them myself, myself |