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Beer drops dripping from the sky |
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Handcuffed ponytailed crustaceans on a pie |
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It's just another day in Adville |
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Black holes, a copper chandelier |
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Gazing to the everblack in disrepair |
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Through the Technicolor blue skies |
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It's allright, you've seen it all before |
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Changes generation passing through your door |
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It's the hollow dazing good times for the shovels in the shed |
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So breathe in, life is coinciding with your head |
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Through the Technicolor blue skies |
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In dribs and drags the plungering funambulist gets older |
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Carried by kalopsia he's balancing the edge of the roof |
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The bees are in the bonnet and the bottle's in the belfry |
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The marking in the ceiling bears the noteprints of a sinister song |