| I’ve been getting fewer calls
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| Spinning under mirror balls
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| Sleeping in broken parts of town
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| I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling down
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| My aims are low, my tales are tall
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| Published mostly on toilet walls
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| I flush my best thoughts underground
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| They’re gone, they’re gone, they get around
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| My hands are really shaking now
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| I’m carrying the sacred cow
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| Limp and cold in my arms
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| Ring, ring, ring the alarm
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| I know about the secret war
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| I’ve seen the bodies washed ashore
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| And every tomb’s a stepping stone
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| I dance, I dance, I dance alone
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| I’ve seen the face of someone near
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| Blow up in smoke and disappear
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| Oh walk with me! |
| Oh don’t be shy!
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| We climb, we climb, we’re getting high
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| My hands are really x4
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| My hands are really shaking now
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| I’m carrying the sacred cow
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| Limp and cold in my arms
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| Ring, ring, ring the alarm |