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Umbrella for your rain dance in the storm—
you’ve had your fill, but overkill’s the norm.
I think you better bow down, bow down low.
It’s written on your face—
don’t let it show.
Penny for your thoughts; ain’t worth a lot.
You’re advertising something you are not.
I think you better slow down, slow down, slow.
Whatever you won’t say
they think you know.
All of your black flowers open wide
on the ceiling, moving side to side—
and you are clinging to the undertow.
Better hold on tight—
don’t let it go.
Better hold on tight—
don’t let it go,
no, no, no.
Better hold on tight—
don’t let it go.
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