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59 lines
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Come save me from walking off a windowsill
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Or I'll sleep in the rain
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Don't you remember when I was a bird
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And you were a map?
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And now he drags down miles in America
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Briefcase in hand
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The stove is creeping up his spine again
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Can't get enough trash
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He took the days for pageant
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Became as mad as rabbits
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With bushels of bad habits
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And who could ask for anymore?
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Yeah, who could have more?
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His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree
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Preached the devil in the belfry
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He checked in
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To learn his clothes had been thieved at the train station
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Rope hung his other branch
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And at the end was a dog called Bambi
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Who was chewing on his parliaments
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When he tried to save the calendar business
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He tried to save the calendar business
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He took the days for pageant
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And became as mad as rabbits
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With bushels of bad habits
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Who could ask for anymore?
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Who could have more?
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The poor son of a humble chimney sweep
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Fell to a cheap crowd
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So stay asleep and put on that cursive type
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You know we live in a toy
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You know that Paul Cates bought himself a trumpet from the salvation army
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But there ain't no sunshine in his song
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We must reinvent love
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Reinvent love
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Reinvent love
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He took the days for pageant
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Became as mad as rabbits
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With bushels of bad habits
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Who could ask for anymore?
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Yeah, who could have more?
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We must reinvent love
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Reinvent love
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Reinvent love
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Name Mad As Rabbits
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Artist Panic! At The Disco
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Album Pretty. Odd.
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