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Lyrics:
Halfway to paralyzed My understudy's eyes grew tired Every actor hides a heckle, doctor hides a jeckyl See through my disguise Worked a miracle I'm unmistakable Clueless and comfortable And pondering on my motives (It gets me by) I used to question now (And it saves me time) I find my reverend green revolver Guessing game is over much to my surprise Worked a miracle I donned a uniform Clueless the constable Finally gets a chance to say 'Nobody leaves this room,' nobody 'Nobody touches anything' We're cast on the water the part is a walk-on So worship the way I play it Primadona behavior I'm playing the saviour In a goalkeeper's graveyard
Worked a miracle I finally feel at home Clueless and comfortable Worked a miracle And pondered on his motives
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