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One, two, three, four
Wakey, wakey, rise and shine
It's on again, off again, on again
Watch me fall like dominos
In pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling, tingling, tingling
It's what you feel not
What you ought to, what you ought to
Reasonable and sensible
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But not, not, not,
For no real reason
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
I take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
It's what you feel not
What you ought to, what you ought to
The elephant that's in the room
Is tumbling, tumbling, tumbling
Duplicate and triplicate7
Plastic bags
in duplicate and triplicate
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But not, not, not
Exactly where do you get off?
Is enough, is enough
I love you but enough is enough,
Enough of that stuff
There's no real reason.
(You got a head full of feathers
You got melted to butter)-----» unsure
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