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Sucker For That

THERE ARE MOMENTS LIKE THESE

YOU CAN HEAR PEOPLES TEETH, AS THE CORKS WHISTLES INTO THE AIR

SCREAMING AND SHOUTING STRAIGHT DOWN THE SHAFT

I AM AFRAID, I'M AFRAID FOR THE FUTURE

WE CAN ALL GATHER ROUND, WE CAN SEE IT RIGHT NOW 

AS IT'S DRAINING AWAY


I WISH I COULD PAINT YOU A PICTURE

A MAN OF FEW WORDS

CAN STILL SAY TOO MUCH

STILT WALKING CLOWNS ON THE PAVEMENT 

IT'S A BUMMER 'BOUT THIS 

BUT YOU'RE A SUCKER FOR THAT

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IF YOU TURN OFF THE TOOLS

YOU'LL HERE YOU CALLS, THERE'S A DOOR BUT THERE ISN'T A WALL

THE CAKE IS STILL RISING, BUT THE TINS FOR THE SHED

I'M AFRAID, I'M AFRAID FOR THE CHILDREN 

'CAUSE SOME ARE SO YOUNG THAT THEY MAY NOT BE ONES,

WITH TIME TO BE PARENTS AT ALL

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SO I WISH I COULD PAINT YOU A PICTURE

A MAN OF FEW WORDS

CAN STILL SAY TOO MUCH

STILT WALKING CLOWNS ON THE PAVEMENT

IT'S A BUMMER 'BOUT THIS 

BUT YOU'RE A SUCKER FOR THAT

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WELL I WISH I COULD PAINT YOU A PICTURE

A MAN OF FEW WORDS

CAN STILL SAY TOO MUCH

STILT WALKING CLOWNS ON THE PAVEMENT

IT'S A BUMMER 'BOUT THIS 

YOU'RE A SUCKER FOR THAT

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STILL WISH I COULD PAINT YOU A PICTURE

A MAN OF FEW WORDS

CAN STILL SAY TOO MUCH

STILT WALKING CLOWNS ON THE PAVEMENT

IT'S A BUMMER 'BOUT THIS 

BUT YOU'RE A SUCKER FOR THAT

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