i'll change the look on my face when i'm afraid
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i'll scrape the ledge, too late, down the drain
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and i'll pull the looking glass down on this side
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to hide the raisin the size of my pride
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and at the elbows, i'll reach for the sky
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bye, bye, bye...
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bye, bye, bye...
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could you pull the face from my hands
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can you help me scatter the ashes
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boiled in the heat of this man
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piled up like molasses
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and i'll pull the looking glass down on this side
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to hide the raisin the size of my pride
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and at the elbow, i'll reach for the sky
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bye, bye, bye...
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bye, bye, bye...
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and i'll wonder why anyone would be fighting
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and i'll wonder why anyone would be fighting
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i'll pull the looking glass down on its side
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to hide the raisins the size of my pride
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bye, bye, bye...
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bye, bye, bye...
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bye, bye, bye...
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Sheepish
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Brad |