If you come to find me affable
And build a replica for me
Would the idea to you be laughable
Of a pale facsimile
So when you come to burn an effigy
It should keep the flies away
When you learn to burn this effigy
It should be
For the hours that slip away
It could be you, it could be me
Working the door, drinking for free
Carrying on with your conspiracies
Filling the room with a sense of unease
Fake conversations on a nonexistent
telephone
Like the words of a man who's spent a little
too much time alone
When one has spent too much time alone...
So if you come to burn my effigy
It should keep the flies away
When you learn to burn an effigy it should be
Of a man who's lost his way, slips away
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