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thousand colourful shadows dancing round my head, 
Rejoicing to, the awakening of the dead, 
Dancing to the beat of a skinless [bad word]  
While a dead man sings, along with the dumb. 

How do you do, it's not nice to see you, Nice to have seen you goodbye. 
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, goodbye. 

Ten tin soldiers they - my man tomb
With remitment waiting for a full moon. 

How do you do, it's not nice to see you, 
Nice to have seen you goodbye. 
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, goodbye.

Blind man seeing where you can't look, 
And the sinnerman reading from the hole in his book, 
Hounds and the huntsmen chased by the fox, 
Ten thousand words in a cardboard box. 

How do you do, it's not nice to see you, 
Nice to have seen you forget it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, goodbye, 
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. 

There he goes, on another voyage of his own delusion, 
Never knowing, where the next paths will take him. 
ow do you do, oh it's not nice to see you.