| From dusk to dawn you count along
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| The speaking clock on speakerphone
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| Can’t live on lucky strike and lucky strike alone
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| You can’t play scissor paper stone on your own
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| You were just goin through the motions
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| Couldn’t even tie your own shoe laces
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| The door to your cage was open
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| But you were too scared to fly out, and away
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| All day every day the fat lady sings
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| One arm tied on with a piece of string
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| Girl you’ll be a woman before you can count to ten
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| You can’t make little rabbits on the wall, when the night falls
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| You were just goin through the motions
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| Couldn’t even tie your own shoe laces
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| The door to your cage was open
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| But you were too scared to fly out, and away
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| Spell out her name in the clouds,
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| Aeroplane, aeroplane
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| Spell out her name in the clouds,
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| Aeroplane, aeroplane
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| For all the world to see |