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Empires crumble in the distance
Violet crumble [brian: its a kind of chocolate bar] in my bowl
Conspiracy theory, timothy leary
None of this is good for my soul
Salamander extravaganza
What if I sing like mario lanza ?

Anyway in my own way
I dont make sense any more
Its so hard to fake
One lucky break
Cocaine and cake

Young master morris had a closet in the forest
But where were the bears when he let down his hair
Pieces of ice dragging over the windscreen
Look out wonderland were bursting through the black screen

Anyway in my own way
I dont make sense any more
Its so hard to fake
One lucky break
Cocaine and cake

(....inaudible mutterings...)

Millions of consumers are lost in the rumours
Overhead the weather (.....) along their leathers
Fighting real fires with the rabbis and the friars
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker

(...more inaudible mutterings...)

You know that all of them are users
None of them are takers
Making sunday music with their tom-toms and their shakers

Anyway in my own way
I dont make sense any more
Its so hard to fake
One lucky break
Champagne and cake

(..........)

Anyway in my own way
I dont make sense any more

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Empires crumble in the distance 
Violet crumble [brian: its a kind of chocolate bar] in my bowl 
Conspiracy theory, timothy leary 
None of this is good for my soul 
Salamander extravaganza 
What if I sing like mario lanza ?  
 
Anyway in my own way 
I dont make sense any more 
Its so hard to fake 
One lucky break 
Cocaine and cake 
 
Young master morris had a closet in the forest 
But where were the bears when he let down his hair 
Pieces of ice dragging over the windscreen 
Look out wonderland were bursting through the black screen 
 
Anyway in my own way 
I dont make sense any more 
Its so hard to fake 
One lucky break 
Cocaine and cake 
 
(....inaudible mutterings...) 
 
Millions of consumers are lost in the rumours 
Overhead the weather (.....) along their leathers 
Fighting real fires with the rabbis and the friars 
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker 
 
(...more inaudible mutterings...) 
 
You know that all of them are users 
None of them are takers 
Making sunday music with their tom-toms and their shakers 
 
Anyway in my own way 
I dont make sense any more 
Its so hard to fake 
One lucky break 
Champagne and cake 
 
(..........) 
 
Anyway in my own way 
I dont make sense any more

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