| Leveling, graveling, gravelly groans
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| Exude my exhaustion, canonize all my tomes
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| His home is afloat on a yellow black moat
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| Of bile, hate and guile and vile pains in my throat
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| Let’s drown in the basement, it’s filled to the brim
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| Let’s jack up the prices while the pickings are slim
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| Do you like, do you like, do you like, do you like
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| My party tricks?
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| Do you like, do you like, do you like, do you like
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| My party tricks?
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| You all washed through me like debris in a stream
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| You cut me to ribbons and left me to bleed
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| Melting alone, showing off white bone
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| You can ring that bell or you can chuck in that stone
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| On the phone is the voice I’ve been dying to hear
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| There’s nothing for you, better luck next year
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| When everything suddenly was utterly clear
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| To shut off these shut outs, I’ll cut off this ear
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| Can you hear, can you hear, can you hear this night?
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| It’s starry, starry
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| Can you see, can you see, can you see me mouth out
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| «Sorry, Charlie»?
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| There’s no good taste in this art space
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| Straight porno and snuff films, I should be disgraced
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| But I’m titillated, it’s tantalizing
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| And as I move to the movement, I’m self-aggrandizing
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| I’m filling with air, I’ll float it up there
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| A chairman sitting easy on a big easy chair
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| Do you like, do you like, do you like, do you like
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| My party tricks?
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| Do you like, do you like, do you like, do you like
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| My party tricks?
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| So do you like my party tricks?
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| I trick out clicking sticks
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| So do you like my party tricks?
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| I trick out clicking sticks to get my kicks |