| My, my the clock in the sky is pounding away
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| There’s so much to say
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| A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice
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| And it cannot rejoice
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| Wanting to be, to hear and to see
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| Crying to the sky
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| But the porpoise is laughing good-bye, good-bye
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| good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
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| Clicks, clacks
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| Riding the backs of giraffes for laughs is alright for a while
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| The ego sings of castles and kings and things
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| That go with a life of style
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| Wanting to feel, to know what is real
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| Living is a lie
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| But the porpoise is waiting good-bye, good-bye
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| Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
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| Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
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| Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye |