| I’m insufflated by the devil’s cry
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| Even the snowflakes on the glass covered
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| Painting won’t help me see
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| The best I used to be
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| Suppose I never taken anything too seriously
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| Perhaps I’d already be the ruler of this city
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| That’s in my head
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| So I will stay there instead
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| Even my lover’s know
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| Longer enamored by
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| Even my lover’s know
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| Longer enamored by me
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| By me
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| 'Cause I’m an anchor
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| So far down the line
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| I’m an anchor
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| Deep in the ocean that’s my mind
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| I’m an anchor
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| But I think I’ll be fine
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| This candy’s kind of weak
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| Ain’t not the kick I need
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| Even the sandman does not know just
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| What to give to me
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| Perhaps a useful dream
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| Even my lover’s know
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| Longer enamored by
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| Even my lover’s know
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| Longer enamored by me
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| By me
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| 'Cause I’m an anchor
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| So far down the line
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| I’m an anchor
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| Deep in the ocean that’s my mind
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| I’m an anchor
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| But I think I’ll be fine |