| Just 'cause you’re dressed up like a rodeo clown
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| A succulent in the desert using spikes to keep out
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| What the water kept in, so when the makeup grew thin
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| Oh, the kiss the sun left was a burn
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| But I heard what you’re singing
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| Is the song of the season
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| Yeah, I heard what you’re singing
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| Is the song of the season
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| Yeah
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| You’re a clown and a cactus, you’re a kiss and a curse
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| You’re an offering left out so God will assure
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| I won’t ever catch my reflection in your eye
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| Oh, baby, you’re a jester out of work
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| But I heard what you’re singing
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| Is the song of the season
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| Yeah, I heard what you’re singing
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| Is the song of the season
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| Yeah
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| Jester out of work, of work, of work
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| Jester out of work, of work, of work
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| Jester out of work, of work, of work
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| Jester out of work, of work, of work
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| Jester out of— |