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Somebody's tapping this line
Someone is following me
Where did you go last night
Why do you torture me
You were taking lessons on how to lose my mind
Now we all know what you were hoping find
How could they know that you would classify me
Sedate me and medicate me so that I will agree
I took a test that would tell me who I'm supposed to be
Easy to be the author when you make up my mind for me
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You used to be a temptation
Now you hold up a sign on the offramp intersection
I will grow roses for you
Will you play bingo for me
Now somebody's tapped this line
Someone is following me
Where did you go last night
Why do you torture me
Now the words of the gardeners
Were the words of our mothers
Now you must pay attention to the woman in tears
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What's the point in laughing when the joke is on you
I am the virus koo koo kachoo
Secrets were meant to be kept for the grave
And share them with lovers and become their slaves
Covering spaces in wide open places
And decorating graves and making us slaves
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Credits
Writer(s): John Reilly
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