| Choose life
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| We all can lean on figures and crutches
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| It’s such an easy thing to do when you’re so unaware
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| We all can change our tegument’s function
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| Replace the outer shell with something more neoteric
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| We all can lean on figures and crutches
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| A busy wife-child losing all her selfish memory
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| Will only lean on figures and crutches
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| Become a child and plastic surgeon
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| Let her go
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| Yelled the occupied pharaohs
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| A lucky soul
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| Who just so happened to break out
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| She took the corner way
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| And in the event of that the normal result should fail…
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| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming
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| If you want to be something new, I’m coming
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| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming
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| And I won’t breathe at all
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| Until you blink at me, I’m coming
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| If you want to be something new, I’m coming
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| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming
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| And I won’t breathe until
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| We all can lean on figures and crutches
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| The politburos will expect their free lunches
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| And all the prison guards rely on their hunches
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| But we’re assured of the existence of a better way:
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| We all can lean on figures and crutches
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| Replace our hearts
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| And if you won’t blink at me, I’m coming
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| If you want to be something new, I’m coming
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| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming
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| And I won’t breathe at all
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| Until you blink at me, I’m coming
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| If you want to be something new, I’m coming
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| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming
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| And I won’t breathe until
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| You’re strolling down the pavement
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| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming
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| If you want to be something new, I’m coming
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| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming
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| And I won’t breathe at all
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| Until you blink at me, I’m coming
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| If you want to be something new, I’m coming
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| If you won’t blink at me, I’m coming
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| And I won’t breathe at all |