You'll always miss my big old body
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In its prime and never shoddy,
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While bloodhounds wait down in the lobby you'll eulogize my big old body
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You'll miss me with effigies
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Lighting up your house like Xmas trees
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As tears roll down below your knees
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You'll miss me with effigies
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Go find a man to fit my shoes
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Left one's old and the right one's new
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And I bought the right one just for you
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Go find a man to fit my shoes
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You'll see my teeth in the stars above
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Every tree a finger of my glove
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And every time push comes to shove
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You'll see my teeth in the stars above
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Your money talks but my genius walks
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Morticians wait with a shovel and a fork
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As detectives trace my hands with chalk
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Your money talks but my genius walks
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You'll miss me so
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You will miss me
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It must be raining because a man ain't supposed to cry
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But I look up and I don't see a cloud
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You'll Miss Me
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| They Might Be Giants |
