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Lifting the mask from a local clown
Feeling down like him
Seeing the light in a station bar
And traveling far in sin
Sailing downstairs to the northern line
Watching the shine of the shoes
And hearing the trials of the people there
Who's to care if they lose
And take a look you may see me on the ground
For I am the parasite of this town
Dancing a jig in a church with chimes
A sign of times today
And hearing no bell from a steeple tall
People all in dismay
Falling so far on a silver spoon
Making the moon for fun
And changing a rope for a size too small
People all get hung
Take a look you may see me coming through
For I am the parasite who travels two by two
When lifting the mask from a local clown
And feeling down like him
And I'm seeing the light in a station bar
And traveling far in sin
And I'm sailing downstairs to the northern line
Watching the shine of the shoes
And hearing the trials of the people there
Who's to care if they lose
Take a look you may see me on the ground
For I am the parasite of this town
And take a look you may see me in the dirt
For I am the parasite who hangs from your skirt
HATA BİLDİR
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