| Hey there crispy older man
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| Do you see anything that worries you
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| There’s an abscess but no scripture in your hand
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| Not a bloody rag to cover you
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| Said you need a ticket
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| 'cause you’re not on show
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| But the ticket man said he’s got to go
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| To find my disease
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| And test this carnival rain
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| It’s shifting through me again
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| Though it’s been a fine time
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| To be with you
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| Won’t you correct this frame
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| And it seemed to me as I fell down today
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| That I swallowed
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| I swallowed this thing alone
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| And it came to me through all you heavy days
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| That you wanted
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| You wanted to be alone
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| Hey there do you see the younger man
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| Would you share the things that came to you
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| There’s a recess but no anger in his hand
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| Not a dirty man to comfort you
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| Said you need forgiveness
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| It’s a welcome throw
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| But the ticket man says he’s got to know
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| Where i’ve been called
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| And through what changes i’ve run
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| Through indiscretions i’ve come
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| Though it’s been a long time since i’ve seen you
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| Won’t you come end this one
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| And it seemed to me as i fell down today |
| That i swallowed
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| I swallowed this thing alone
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| And it came to me through all you heavy days
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| That you wanted
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| You wanted to be alone |