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Does it feel like religion, does it crush your old ideas? |
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Well fold me in paper I've got some here |
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And show me the warrant to which I will attest |
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Put me in handcuffs or give it a rest |
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The light through the windows casts doubt on the mermaids |
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And they sink at the bottom of the sea |
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You've run out of business in light of what you want |
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You've come wielding plastic and gone straight to the front |
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You've rejigged and counted, it's amounted not to much |
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I'll give you my credence, if that's not enough |
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The light through the window casts down on the mermaids |
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And they sink to the bottom of the sea |
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You're reading the letters that no one ever wrote |
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I'm moving through something, I travel in hope |
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So read me the warrant to which I will attest |
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Put me in handcuffs or give it a rest |
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The light through the window casts doubt on the mermaids |
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And they sink at the bottom of the sea |
