| Tumble down the stairs
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| Cracked in the morning
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| Screaming cherubs in my head
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| Shooting arrows all around
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| It ain’t enough to make me frown
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| Well, turn on the television, open the papers
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| The headlines shout about
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| We’re on our knees, the end is really nigh
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| That ain’t enough to make me cry, no
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| The return of inspiration, the return of inspiration
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| Little big man, workin' the city
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| He plays for money, plays for women
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| He must think he’s so tall
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| Dunno, maybe no one told him that he’s small
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| Ten fingers piggy, counting the pennies
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| Well, that old meanie’s only happy
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| When he’s talking you down
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| That ain’t enough to make me frown
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| The return of inspiration, the return of inspiration
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| Ain’t got no problems, no, just complications
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| End of confusion, the return of inspiration
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| The return of inspiration, the return of serotonin |