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please trip them gently, they don't like to fall
there's no room for anger, we're all very small
we're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies, from paradise
but they think that we're holding a secretive ball
won't someone invite them
they're just taller children, ooh, that's all, after all
man is an obstacle, sad as the clown
so hold
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