| James says you’ve got the common touch
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| But your pack of hooting swine don’t mind
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| You love yourself too much
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| James says he never saw you laugh
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| Just your disturbing autograph
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| There must be something I can do
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| I wish I could make you less lonely
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| Or build a pyramid to die in
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| I’ll try to help you through
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| Pills might make you feel less uprooted
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| Blue skies, dandelions
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| Just got a new supply in
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| I know it’s hard growing up on top
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| Torment innocent animals
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| You hope the habit stops
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| I don’t deserve to breathe the same air
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| You really look so small up there
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| There must be something I can do
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| I wish I could make you less lonely
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| Or build a pyramid to die in
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| I’ll try to help you through
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| Pills might make you feel less uprooted
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| Blue skies, dandelions
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| There must be something I can do
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| I wish I could make you less lonely
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| Or build a pyramid to die in
|
| I’ll try to help you through
|
| Pills might make you feel less uprooted
|
| Blue skies, dandelions
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| Just got a new supply in
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| La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la-la |