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Talk to me like I've got something on my mind, walking round a wish-it-well, dropping in all my dimes
And I'd wish you well, but I've not got the time, ring my bell when it's time to dine, and I'm busy selling all my chimes to the wind that blows the way I sign
I missed the boat so I walk on the water, to cross the pond looking for monsters,
he drops the bomb on his mother and father, or they drop the bomb for the bullet's commerce
to prevent war from happening he makes it and says it's sad but he can't stop once he's started to back it in
he packs it in and made these robots with parts that are departed, he knows his home is haunted and bought it for bargains
to burn it down so no one ever knows the sound of no and never, goes in clever, comes out dumb and wasted, strung up puppets played in mazes for the fun of painted faces
Hook:
From the basement to the attic, I'm a face in the shattered mirrors
Ghosts in all these houses, follow them and count your fears
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I fixed the boat and made an offer, tethered to that postman's coffer,
tip jar for cops and robbers to play their part as awkward paupers, the cops and robbers of western fathers
of pop's and mom's shop full of pots and pans that never wash or use again, that never cause a cancer in a simple answering,
a single hand syringe, to shoot up that heroin, I'm afraid there's no place for him, set to the tune of the tv, the safest place to be is the ceiling
on dvd, when everyone is a demon to be
one moon from a werewolf, one blood sucker from a vampire,
one car from a buick 8, one scar from you's too late to put out the damn fire
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