Time to put the earphones on:
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No!
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Born to multiply or born to gaze into night skies,
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When all you want's one more Saturday.
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But look here, until then
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They're gonna buy your life's time
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So keep your wick in the air and your feet in the fetters
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To the day.
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We come in doing cartwheels
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We all crawl out by ourselves
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And your shape on the dance floor
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Will have me thinking such filth and gauge my eyes.
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You'd be damned to be one of us girl
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Faced with a dodo's conundrum
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Ah, I felt like I could just fly
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But nothing happened every time I tried.
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A dual tone under wall
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The selfless fool who hoped he'd save us all
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He never dreamt of such sterile hands,
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You keep them folded in your lap,
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Or raise them up to beg for scraps,
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You know, he's holding you down,
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With the tips of his fingers just the same,
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Will you be pulled from the ocean,
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But just a minute too late,
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Or changed by a potion,
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And find a handsome young mate,
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For you to love.
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You'll be damned to pining through the windowpanes,
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You know you'd trade your life for any ordinary Joe's,
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Well do it now or grow old,
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Your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold.
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Been alone since you were twenty-one,
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You haven't laughed since January,
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You try and make like this is so much fun,
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But we know it to be quite contrary.
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Dare to be one of us, girl,
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Facing the android's conundrum,
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Ah, I feel like I should just cry,
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But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin,
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Yeah, Himmler in your coat,
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You don't know how long I've been,
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Watching the lantern dim,
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Starved of oxygen,
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So give me your hand,
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And let's jump out the window.
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Australia
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The Shins |