| I stopped looking for the way out years ago
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| It’s like chasing a ghost
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| Like the smell of cooked meat
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| I sometimes catch through the stone
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| I stopped looking for the way out years ago
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| There is a hole in the ceiling
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| I have memorized the corner
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| Where I can see the sky
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| And I go there sometimes to watch whatever floats around
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| I stopped looking for the way out years ago
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| That sadistic inventor
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| That sadistic inventor
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| That sadistic inventor did a fantastic job
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| I know what birds are
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| I know what clouds are
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| I know the colour of blue and the colour of blood
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| But that sadistic inventor did a fantastic job
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| All innocent, innocent, innocent, all
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| I hear the kids singing on the far side of the wall
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| «His Highness King Minos couldn’t kill the white bull
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| So the sea god hit the bull and the Queen hit the stall»
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| And I guess you know the rest and don’t think about me at all
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| Except for every nine years sending fourteen souls
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| All seven of the boys and all seven of the girls
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| All innocent, innocent, innocent, all
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| And I hate to hear their screams
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| And I hate to see myself through their full moon eyes
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| And I hate that I forgive you
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| But I do
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| I just don’t know why
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| That sadistic inventor
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| That sadistic inventor
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| That sadistic inventor did a fantastic job
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| I know what birds are
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| I know what clouds are
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| I know the colour of blue and the colour of blood
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| And that sadistic inventor did a fantastic job
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| That sadistic inventor
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| That sadistic inventor
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| That sadistic inventor did a fantastic job
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| I know what birds are
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| I know what clouds are
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| But I will never know why you couldn’t kill the bull
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| And that sadistic inventor did a fantastic job
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| I stopped looking for the way out years ago
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| It’s like chasing a ghost |