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The twitching impulses to speak your mind

I'll lend you my microscope and maybe you will find it

Is it in that ugly place that's just behind your face

Where you keep my picture still despite the fact

That you had me replaced



Chorus:

Say good-bye

Baby can't you act your age

You know why

I'm going to give it to you straight

Although I'll never be

Unhappy as you want me to be

Still it's all the rage



I'll probably play along left to my own devices

Spare me the drone of your advice

The sins of garter and gin confession may delay

You know the measuring pole, the merry boots of clay

I've heard it all before. You'll say it anyway



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Alone with your tweezers and your handkerchief

You murder time and truth, love, laughter and relief

Don't try to touch my heart

It's darker than you think

And don't try to read my mind

Because it's full of disappearing ink



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Although I'll never be

Unhappy as you want me to be

Still it's all the rage