A Person

Intro 

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There's a person with a set of porcelain teeth 
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And a pair of emerald eyes 
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One time I bethought to plod beneath the warm gold glittering façade 
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Where in lieu of fleuves of ruby blood 
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I found a fougou, got caught in a clotted cream flood 
 

 
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Well, if I were a person 
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(And I hope I never am one) 
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I would try to be less of a person, more of a person 
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Well, if I were a person 
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(And I hope I never am one) 
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I would try to be less of a person, more of a person, less of a pers- 
 

 
On a whim, down a gravel driveway from a winding well-off road 
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A person gave a push and watched me whoosh! 
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Into the midst of risks I was averse to 
                                 
Out on a limb, coerced toward a court of obelisks 
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The burden of pressure bruised my skin more deeply 
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Than the physical impact did  


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Nobody else bore witness to it 
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Somebody bore it to the witnessing 
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Everybody bored of bearing with me 
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But could anybody bear to intervene? No! 
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Inhabiting a captive body 
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Inhabiting a faceless bag of bones 
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My sizzling pancake-battered head 
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Still keeps score for imaginary battles below, oh 
 

 
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There's a person-shaped jam-filled pastry 
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Stand in for someone I've known 
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Ooh whoa ooh whoa ooh, only a pretzel stick stake 

Punched through the piped-in raspberry heart 
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Can break the thick thrall of that glaze 
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Spare me more of these saccharine matinees 
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Oooooh, ba ba da da da da 
 

 
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There's a person with a jasper disposition 
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And a yellow diamond mind 
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Faced by fire, I tried and trod 
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In the mine with that canary crystal clod 
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'Til the tawdry lace facets failed 
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And I confronted the fraud that the flames unveiled 
 

 
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Well, if I were a person 
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(And I hope I never am one) 
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I would try to be less of a person, more of a person 
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Well, if I were a person 
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(And I hope I never am one) 
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I would try to be less of a person, more of a person  
 

Outro 
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Less of a person, more of a person 
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Less of a person, more of a person 
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Less of a person, more of a person 
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Less of a person