| All that frightened magic when the fawn strays from the forest
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| And the terror and the havoc when it wanders into traffic
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| The tragic conclusion of instincts and old habits
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| Up against the never-ending construction
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| Now there’s a luxury apartment on the top floor of some high-rise building
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| And people go there every weekend to witness the abandoned ascension
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| With the scraps on the shelf
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| He said it’s not so heroic
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| Yeah, he just wants to help
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| While w were fleeing the forst
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| She stopped and made a few calls
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| Got a spot at this penthouse
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| With the windowpane walls
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| Where some guy in fringed leather and a seafaring sweater
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| Is trying to peck at some peacock with significant feathers
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| And it looks like she’s old enough to know a little better
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| But these people seem really open-minded
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| There were some dudes on the roof deck that were sitting with sweet view of the
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| sunset
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| They said you got to meet the guy that gets the tab for this
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| Anything you want he can cover it
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| When we showed him our hand stamps
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| He blew smoke on our nails
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| Pointed out the projection
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| A PowerPoint presentation
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| Of the chum and the shark
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| He said it’s just a reminder
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| Love will tear us apart
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| He started scratching at the itch that’s been giving him fits since the prior
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| procedure |