judging by the look on the organ-grinder,he'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
it's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
he's waiting for the day when he gets me,
but I don't need no alibi -
i'm a puppet on a string.
i just need this stage to be seen.
we all need a pantomime to remind us what is real.
hold my eye and know what it means.
i'm out of my mind. [hee, hee...]
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