Primitives

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CHORUS:

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   Primitives dress in feathers and masks
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   to scare away their enemies
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   The frightening thing is not dying
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   The frightening thing is not living


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   Scientists guess which is worse we will ask
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   the medicine or the disease
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   The frightening thing is not dying
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   The frightening thing is not living


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   There's an old man living on the edge of town
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   edge of town
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   With a skull in his window and the shades pulled down
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   shades pulled down
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   And he laughs at fortune and he laughs at fame
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   laughs at fame
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   And he laughs at scandal and he laughs at shame
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   laughs at shame


CHORUS


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   There's a young girl living on the edge of town
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   edge of town
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   With a light in her window and her hair falls down
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   hair falls down
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   And she loves me crazy and she loves me wild
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   loves me wild
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   And she loves me tender like a lonely child
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   lonely child