41 lines
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41 lines
1.2 KiB
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I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair
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It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
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My hair, my hair
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If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
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I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf, of course, of course
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Of course
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She's the smoke, she's dancing fancy pirouettes
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Swan diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette
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She's steam, laughing on the windowpanes
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The never-ending swaying haze
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Oh that ever smiling maze
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Oh that ever smiling maze
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A ballet
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Everything's gone missing, I've lost more songs to floods
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I can't prove this makes any sense but I sure hope that it does
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Perhaps, I was born with the curiosity
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The likes of those of old crows
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The likes of those of old crows
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And oh how that piano knows
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The piano knows something I don't know
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I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair
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It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
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My hair, my hair
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If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
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I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf
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Of course, of course
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Of course
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Of course, of course
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Of course
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Of course, of course
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Of course
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Of course
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Name The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know
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Artist Panic! At The Disco
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Album Pretty. Odd.
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