| Catatonic listless creature
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| Try to comprehend
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| Everything you’ve ever wanted
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| Is around the next bend
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| Is around the next bend
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| So don’t try to fake it
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| 'Cause I see you shaking
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| Look at you, the freak attraction
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| In this carnival of souls
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| Failing all negotiations
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| You’ll be the next sold
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| You’ll be the next sold
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| So don’t try to fake it
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| 'Cause I see you shaking
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| It don’t mean a thing
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| Now, love, don’t make a sound
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| Reach down and touch the ground now
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| Emptiness is almost certain
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| The automatic dream
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| You’re closing in on the final curtain
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| You’re on the next scene
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| You’re on the next scene
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| So don’t try to fake it
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| 'Cause I see you shaking
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| It don’t mean a thing
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| Now, love, don’t make a sound
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| Reach down and touch the ground
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| Now, love, don’t make a sound
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| Reach down and touch the ground now
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| Now, love, don’t make a sound
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| Reach down and touch the ground
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| Now, love, don’t make a sound
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| Reach down and touch the ground now
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| Now, love, don’t make a sound
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| Now, love, don’t make a sound
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| Now, love, don’t make a sound
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| Reach down and touch the ground now |