Gubba Lookalikes

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They come from underneath the stairs 
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Into my room but no-one cares 
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They're on the bus and on the train 
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They're knocking on my window pane. 
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Oh mother telephone the nurse 
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Can't you see it's getting worse 
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I close my eyes yet still it seems 
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Everybody in my dreams, 
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I wake up screaming in the hall 
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I didn't mean to wake at all 
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I run and lock the bathroom door 
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Turn on the taps and out they pour. 
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Through all the villages and towns 
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A thousand sandy coloured clowns 
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I try and escape down private drives 
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And then I reach the Reader's Wives. 
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In order to fling off this curse, I spend all day drinking in 
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Diverse taverns, with smarmy acrobats and balding senators. 
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But after a while they too adopt the likeness and begin to breed like 
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town pigs. 
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As a drunken lump I fall into a state of blissful unconsciousness 
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But the moment is fleeting and I awake once more in despair 
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And in my final agonies believe myself lost. 
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In every film and every play, on every public right of way 
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On every flag I see unfurled, on all the grounds in all the world 
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The one-armed bandits in the bar, in the back of every car 
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And even on my dying day they'll refuse to go away 
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When I walk towards the light something somewhere won't be right 
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And what was once my Uncle Keith says there'll never be relief 
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And we'll go on and on and on and on and on. 
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