| The superpower I wanted I could best visualise
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| With my French verbs lost to this enterprise
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| To freeze motion and thought in all others while I
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| Romance the teacher, madame, parle-moi
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| I could keep us in cheese and wine 'til the day we decide, yeah
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| Forty years living in the back of my throat
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| Affection to the letter, and never I wrote
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| Still trust in my super freakin' skills
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| And I’m yours, from the terrors, to the morning
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| When the focus pries
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| Well I suggest I can’t caress
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| With just a soft eye stare
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| A moxie tickle in my joints
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| Annoy my infancy
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| Shuck the past, my poise
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| The background noise
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| And I am such a child now with
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| Such a liquid mind, my credo
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| Shows me ways to go
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| Shuck the ceiling from the walls
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| To avoid complications with next of kin
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| Keep the platitudes aplenty, the bloodletting thin
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| And I’m still daydreamin', my super freakin' skills
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| When you forgive me for the terrors, to the morning
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| When the memory pries
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| Well I suggest I can’t caress
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| With just a soft eye stare
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| A moxie tickle in my joints
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| Annoy my infancy
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| Shuck the past, my poise
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| The background noise
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| And I am such a child now with
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| Such a liquid mind, my credo
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| Shows me ways to go
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| Shuck the ceilings from the walls, yeah
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| And I am such a child now with
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| Such a liquid mind, my credo
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| Shows me ways to go
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| Shuck the ceilings from the walls, yeah
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| Dress-up box, or glitter on a cause
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| Eyebrows raised, and leave a pretty corpse, yeah
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| We’ll flap like a Chinese fish through the details
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| And I’ll tell you I love ya
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| 'Til one of us is saved
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| And one of us pries the whole roof away
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| Annoy my infancy
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| Shuck the past, my poise
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| The background noise
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| And I am such a child now with
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| Such a liquid mind, my credo
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| Shows me ways to go
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| Shuck the ceilings from the walls, yeah
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| Yeah, I am such a child now with
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| Such a liquid mind, my credo
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| Shows me ways to go
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| Shuck the ceilings from the walls, yeah
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| Shake it all around
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| Shake 'em all around…
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| (You won’t believe it…) |