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Are we institutionalized
By the demands of today?
In our regalia are we ok?

Because the flash of a blade
Is one less getting paid
There in the line
And he ice and gold
It¡¯s just a double code
It¡¯s a paradigm
For every little thing
That fashion gives you

So the puritan
On a Monday morning
Said happy sad melody
I¡¯m waltzing
On an amazing pulse
In a pornographic sea
Where the absent blade
Is one less in the parade
To throw overboard
And the ice and gold
It¡¯s just a double code
It¡¯s a metaphor
For every little thing
That fashion gives you

I¡¯m falling into something that
?lays upon the metronome
In your heart
It¡¯s smoke and it¡¯s mirrors
Until the auto cue starts
Then the dry ice comes
And we start sucking our thumbs on the TV
And the joy of ?eople
Spirited away so merrily
It¡¯s part of every little thing that fashion gives you

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The Puritan
Blur

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