| On to the next dream we run
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| But still I feel like I’ve been stung
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| With all the phrases I’ve been sung
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| All the puppets I’ve hung among
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| I can’t forget their stupid eyes
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| Their vague attempts to patronize
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| The very nonsense I despise
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| While sizing up their pig sty’s prize
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| Amphibian baby, I hardly know your name
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| But ever since you came in me
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| I haven’t been the same
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| You’ve got your certain method
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| Time is up your sleeve
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| Old age crawls inside your bod
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| And waits for me to leave
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| I must have left my keys somewhere
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| I must have left my drink somewhere
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| I must have left my drugs somewhere
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| I must have left my clothes somewhere
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| I must have left my flesh somewhere
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| I must have left my bones somewhere
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| I must have left my soul somewhere
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| Don’t bother to count, the money’s all there
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| Amphibian baby, I’ve dealt with you before
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| Your gills and pills won’t pay my bills
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| I’m showing you the door
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| The rain is beating harder
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| The fabric that we weave
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| Blow my cover of a grotesque fish
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| And waits for me to leave
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| I need some words, I just made this up, I can’t be sure…
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| It’s me in that picture…
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| There I was, out here…
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| Wrote me a letter, so many letters…
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| It all seems so long ago… |