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You have nothing to fear
I'm just making enquiries
Dog bone hunting
Gives you back to yourself
Standing before me
The gargoyle turns
Jutting jaws and
The stubble burns
I shift the blame
To the worm in the bottle
I shift the blame
To anyone standing before me
I check-up the once over
Give yourself an opening
Keep your mouth shut
In the event of an accident
Contact the following
A certain air
An invading smile
Inbreeding seals the flaw
Silk skin paws
Hang by both feet
Embracing the world
Hang the expense
Breugels cut corners
Wring out the senses
I have nothing like it
I've seen nothing like it
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I saw three dogs flying, there was a man on the end
Squaring a circle and studying its end
I saw a drunk old lady pissing in a bin
It was far too high, she couldn't stop
The man with the photograph failed to appear
In that kind of rain where an umbrella's no use
The bird lay bleeding, I couldn't break its neck
I get anonymous footbells from a pope I never met
Don't start me off
It's beginning, to, and back again
Don't start me off
Right now there's a man who could take advantage
I wouldn't like to spend an hour locked inside him
He always had an eye for it, we all threw a shoe
Nicely underlined, our table turned again
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Chain link route ways
Digital time base
New hours for these days
New files engaged
Strangeness detectors
Collage charmers
Magnetic behavior
Quarks and order
When it's cold I feel cold
When it's hot I feel ambitious
Fit for a princess
Hot on the heels of an angel
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? Are you hot?
I feel ambitious
The ideal copy is the same
The ideal copy has your name
When you can't, it makes you can
When you aren't, it makes you am
The ideal copy is what you want
When you won't, it makes you will
The ideal copy makes you happy
The ideal copy
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I catch the word, don't refrain
Oh no it's not the same
In two halves but quickly growing whole
It's not the past again
In double figures for the first time
Oh no it's not the same
There may be a story to be told
But it's not the past again
It's time to get out now
Everybody loves the mystery
Everybody loves their history
It's not my problem now
Everybody loves the mystery
Everybody loves their history
Implications, back and up
Oh no it's not the same
In twp parts and waiting to be told
That it's not the past again
In time and sequence, paraphrased
Oh no it's not the same
In two halves but quickly growing whole
And it's not the past again
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