Here in a clockwork town
Such a well-kept burial ground
Where everyone is playin' the part
Trying to sell you on little lies 'bout who they are
And it sure don't feel like home
Then again, what really does?
Feels like everywhere I go
Is just a passing lane from whence I came
I change my name again
Who am I fooling?
The mail reaches its prior address
Who gets to read it is anyone's guess
I find it amusing
Eyes and doll-hair signs
What are you willing to do for an easy rhyme
And it sure don't feel like home
Then again, what really does?
Feels like everywhere I go
Is just a passing lane from whence I came
I change my name again
Who am I fooling?
The mail reaches its prior address
Who gets to read it is anyone's guess
I find it amusing
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