| And so |
| Got a feeling I should go |
| Got a little bit of sense left |
| Know you took most of that |
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| What is there |
| But just a little bit of dark and hope in you |
| Just a little dance to get where we must get too |
| Better drag yourself again |
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| And it's a little bit absurd my world spins on |
| Like a theatre of the day by day there's so much wrong |
| Yes I know out there is our abyss |
| But I must dress up and move like this |
| On with the show |
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| They put me back together |
| Two arms, one nose |
| And a dress that fits the weather |
| Perfumed me with a rose |
| With a science it begins |
| In the absence of dear friends |
| A single figure in the wings |
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| And the symphony goes on and on and on |
| In mausoleums made of birth and bricks and song |
| Here is where the new borns blink |
| Here is where the angels sing |
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| There's the swell of strings |
| The quire in constant rage |
| It's the pit that sets the time |
| But we never see them play |
| The songs we sometimes sing |
| For tulips and spare change |
| At least I have the band in check |
| On with the show |
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