| Illuminate the obvious
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| It’s standing right here in front of us
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| What our apartment does
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| When we’re not around does not concern us
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| Simulate the obvious
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| It’s standing, standing right here in front of us
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| Just what our apartment does
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| When we’re not around does not concern us
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| She’s the horrible aesthete
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| And she hates her ugly feet
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| At a place where her friends all meet
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| She takes her shoes off and invites everyone to see
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| Eliminate the obvious
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| It’s standing right here, right here in front of us
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| Just what our apartment does
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| When we’re not around does not concern us
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| She’s the horrible aesthete
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| At a place where her friends all meet
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| While her clock enforces its conceit
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| And her mirror checks out other things
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| And her walls stand a little more at ease
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| And her books they chat so expertly
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| And her cups and saucers get some sleep
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| And things get all together neat
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| At the clicking of the key
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| Returns the horrible aesthete |