| All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in
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| I"m glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
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| But every little thing"s a domino that falls on different dots
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| And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop
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| And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton
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| Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in
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| A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice
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| Some people call them snake-eyes, but to me they look like mice
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| And nothing"s smelling like a rose
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| But I don"t care if no one"s coming up for air
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| I know nothing"s gonna change my clothes ever anymore
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| All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in
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| I"m glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
|
| But every little thing"s a domino that falls on different dots
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| And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop
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| And nothing"s smelling like a rose
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| But I don"t care if no one"s coming up for air
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| I know nothing"s gonna change my clothes ever anymore
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| No, no, no, no
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| Nothing"s smelling like a rose
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| But I don"t care if no one"s coming up for air |