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if you want beautiful, pitiful, |
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have me in a picture |
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and if you want make me dance, |
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throw me round spin upon your |
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finger |
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blind labors the blind and i am |
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unwilling to uncover my eyes |
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and if you want take your time rifle |
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through, find a very nice one |
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if there's a crease in my face over |
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time, there's plenty more where |
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that came from |
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words, frozen, will thaw when i am |
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watsted, i am better shut up |
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and a frame is quite confining, |
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hang me up....hang me up |
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i'm in the photograph |
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when i'm alone and the world is a |
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fist, i am weightless |
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a universe, gravitate, orchestrate, |
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i am fearless |
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and spin, the sky surrounding free |
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from all the picture perfect |
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and spin the sky surrounding, |
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larger than life, meanwhile |
