They made a statue of us
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and put it on a mountaintop
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Now tourists come and stare at us
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Blow bubbles with their gum,
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take photographs of fun
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have fun
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they'll name a city after us
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and later say it's all our fault
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then they'll give us a talking to
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then they'll give us a talking to
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cause they've got years of experience
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we're living in a den of thieves
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rummaging for answers in the pages
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we're living in a den of thieves
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and it's contagious
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and it's contagious
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and it's contagious
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and it's contagious
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we wear our scarves just like a noose
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but not cause we want eternal sleep
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and though our parts are slightly used
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new ones are slave labour you can keep
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we're living in a den of thieves
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rummaging for answers in the pages
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we're living in a den of thieves
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and it's contagious
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and it's contagious
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and it's contagious
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and it's contagious
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They made a statue of us
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They made a statue of us
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The tourists come and stare and us
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The sculptor's model sends regards
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They made a statue of us
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They made a statue of us
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Our noses have begun to rust
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we're living in a den of thieves
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rummaging for answers in the pages
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we're living in a den of thieves
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and it's contagious
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and it's contagious
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and it's contagious
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and it's contagious
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and it's contagious
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and it's contagious
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and it's contagious
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and it's contagious
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Us
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| Regina Spektor |
