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Lifting the mask from from a local clown
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Feeling down like him
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Seeing the light in a station bar
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And travelling far in sin
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Sailing downstairs to the northern line
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Watching the shine of the shoes
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And hearing the trial of the people there
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Who's to care if they lose.
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And take a look you may see me on the ground
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For I am the parasite of this town.
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Dancing a jig in a church with chimes
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A sign of the times today
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And hearing no bell from a steeple tall
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People all in dismay
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Falling so far on a silver spoon
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Making the moon for fun
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And changing a rope for a size too small
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People all get hung.
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Take a look and see me coming through
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For I am the parasite who travels two by two.
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When lifting the mask from a local clown
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And feeling down like him
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And I'm seeing the light in a station bar
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And travelling far in sin
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And I'm sailing downstair to the northern line
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Watching the shine of the shoes
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And hearing the trials of the people there
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Who's to care if they lose.
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And take a look you may see me on the ground
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For I am the parasite of this town.
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And take a look you may see me in the dirt
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For i am the parasite who hangs from your skirt.
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Parasite
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Nick Drake |