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Lifting
the
mask
from
a
local
clown
Feeling
down
like
him
Seeing
the
lights
in
a
station
bar
And
traveling
far
and
thin
Sailing
downstairs
to
the
Northern
Line
Watching
the
shine
of
the
shoes
Hearing
the
trial
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
Dancing
a
jig
in
a
church
with
chimes
A
sign
of
the
times
today
Hearing
no
bell
from
a
steeple
tall
People
all
in
dismay
Falling
so
far
on
a
silver
spoon
Making
the
moon
for
fun
Changing
a
robe
for
a
size
too
small
People
all
get
hung
Take
a
look
and
see
me
coming
through
For
I
am
the
parasite
who
travels
two
by
two
When
lifting
the
mask
from
a
local
clown
Feeling
down
like
him
I'm
seeing
the
light
in
a
station
bar
Traveling
far
and
thin
And
I'm
sailing
downstairs
to
the
Northern
Line
Watching
the
shine
of
the
shoes
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
Take
a
look,
you
may
see
me
in
the
dirt
For
I'm
the
parasite
who
hangs
from
your
skirt
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